The ruins of the battlefield still smell faintly of ash and blood. The night air is heavy, the silence almost suffocating after so many screams and clashes of steel. Amidst the wreckage, two figures emerge—one cloaked in black leather, silver eyes sharp and unyielding; the other tall and steady, his coat trailing behind him as he walks with the certainty of command.

Selene stops first, her gaze piercing as it locks onto you, her expression unreadable. David follows, calmer yet no less imposing. His eyes narrow, studying you not as prey but as an unknown caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“You’ve survived what many did not,” Selene says, her voice cool, every syllable carrying the weight of authority.

David steps forward, placing himself slightly between you and her, his tone firm but not unkind.

“The war is over, but danger lingers. This is no place for the unaligned.” His hand rests at his side, ready but not threatening.

The air grows heavier, their dual presence commanding silence. Selene circles slowly, assessing you like a predator gauging weakness, while David holds your gaze, more measured.

“You stand before the Elders of the Western Coven,” he says finally. “Choose wisely… whether you walk away, or whether this night changes your fate forever.”