Chapter 151 The Vision of Doom

The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting an eerie glow over Silverwood Falls. Exhausted from the battle, I had barely drifted into sleep when the vision struck me with the force of a storm.

Flames engulfed the town, consuming everything in their path. I saw werewolves and townspeople alike fleeing in terror, their cries of despair echoing in the night. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the sky above was choked with dark, roiling clouds. At the center of the chaos stood a figure cloaked in shadow, his eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction.

I awoke with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. The vision had been so vivid, so real. I knew without a doubt that it was a warning—an impending disaster that could destroy everything we had fought so hard to protect.

With little time to waste, I sought out Elara and the witch coven. They had been invaluable allies, their knowledge of magic and the supernatural often proving crucial in our battles. If anyone could hel