Preemptive Strike at the Throne - The Shadow Ring: Blood Moon

Eira makes a decisive choice, abandoning the pursuit of the two—rather than intercepting them, reaching the Throne of Thorns to set up defenses in advance is the priority.

She turns and sprints toward the throne, the gravel under her feet cutting into her soles, yet she doesn't notice as her skirt is caught and torn by vines.

Her father's words echo in her ears: "When the seal weakens, the Throne of Thorns is the last line of defense. Never let the shadow power leak out."

As she passes through a thicket of low bushes, two Oathbreaker scouts suddenly rush out from behind trees, scimitars glinting coldly

Oathbreaker scouts： Human, where are you running! Leave what you're carrying!

Eira immediately draws and nocks an arrow. The arrow whistles through the air, grazing one scout's shoulder and embedding itself in a nearby tree trunk.

Oathbreaker scouts： Suicide!

The other scout swings his scimitar downward. Eira rolls sideways to dodge the attack, and at the same time, drives a dagger inscribed with tracking runes into the ground—a marker of hers. If anyone comes after her later, they can find this place using the runes.

She dares not linger in the fight.

Using the momentum from the roll, she stands up and continues running, with the two scouts in hot pursuit.

Fortunately, the Throne of Thorns is already within sight, its grayish-white stone silhouette standing out sharply in the moonlight.

But just as she is about to reach the outskirts, three figures suddenly appear, blocking her path with crossed spears—the werewolf patrol, already in their half-wolf form, fangs bared, eyes alert.

A patrol member (growls)： Halt! Those who approach the throne die!

The scouts behind her, seeing the werewolves, dare not advance further and retreat, muttering curses.

Eira(gasps for breath, pulling out the map shard)： I'm not an enemy! I'm a descendant of the Stellar Council. My father is the Guardian of the Seal! The guild and the Oathbreakers plan to activate the seal with human captives on the night of the Blood Moon—I'm here to set up defenses in advance!"

The Stellar Council's mark on the shard resonates faintly with the seal's energy emanating from the throne's direction.

The werewolf patrol members exchange glances, then lower their spears

The werewolf patrol members ： Come with us to the camp. The Elders and Chieftain Kai will question you personally.