In the smoldering aftermath of Draco's cataclysmic eruption, an eerie hush blanketed the Hidden Valley pack's territory. The once pristine landscapes lay shattered, entire city blocks reduced to haunting vistas of fused glass and scorched earth.

At the heart of this post-apocalyptic ruin, Lisa stood in numb shock, her beautiful features streaked with soot and ashes as she surveyed the monumental devastation. What remained of the pack lingered in the periphery, cowed into reverential silence by the sheer, earth-shattering force they had witnessed.

This was power on a scale she could scarcely comprehend - the kind of primordial, cosmic fury that could unmake entire realms with but a whisper. And...