The Fall of the Mad King

The Dark Tower had fallen, and with it, the heart of Karnath-Gor's power. It was a new dawn for their world, and Madison was ready to help shape whatever future lay ahead. But as the dust settled and the initial rush of victory faded, the reality of their situation began to sink in.

Madison stood atop a small hill, surveying the battlefield. The once-pristine landscape was now scarred with trenches, craters, and the remnants of magical warfare. Bodies of fallen werewolves, both friend and foe, littered the ground. The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood and the acrid stench of smoke.

"It's over," Wald said, coming to stand beside her. His voice was hoarse from shouting orders, and his armor was dented and stained with blood. "We did it."

Madison nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. "Maybe," she said. "But Karnath-Gor's body vanished. We can't be sure he's truly gone."