The darkness was absolute, the silence heavy as if the earth held its breath… and suddenly, the night exploded in flames.

  Screams shattered the stillness, and fire devoured the leaders' tents and the stores one after the other. The tents' hides blazed as if they were paper, and the war oxen fled in terror, dragging with them carts filled with supplies. The horses neighed madly, colliding with each other and trampling the sleeping soldiers.

  The alarm sounded late… and Vagnar emerged from his tent half-armored, the fire reflecting on his face in astonishment and rage.

  Vagnar (shouting):

  "Where are the guards?! Who did this?! Stop them! Stop the fire!"

  The leaders scrambled, the soldiers in chaos, and the scene was like a vision from hell.

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  [Parallel Scene – The Secret Castle Gate – Behind the Hills]

  Amidst the shadows, Ser John the Beast returned, leading his men. Their clothes were stained with soot, their eyes glowing with a demonic triumph. One by one, they passed through the small stone gate hidden among the rocks.

  John turned back for one last moment and smiled.

  [Concluding Scene – Outskirts of the Enemy Camp – At First Light]

  One of the enemy soldiers found something terrifying: a black bull's skull, placed amidst the ruins of the burnt tents. Affixed to it was a message written in large, clear black ink:

  "Let one wolf survive…

  and the sheep will never be safe.

  John the Beast has taken his first mad steps."

  [Final Scene – Drakarion Castle – The Castle Roof]

  Trevor stood on the high ramparts, watching the smoke clouds rise from the distant horizon. One of the commanders stood beside him.

  Commander:

  "Was it worth the risk?"

  Trevor (in a calm voice):

  "The Beast was not created to be bound by chains… but to be unleashed when needed."

  The shot ended with Trevor's face, rigid as steel, his eyes watching the beginning of the collapse in the enemy camp.