A Werewolf's Lament

As the chamber of healing bathed in an aura of tranquility, Azaroth finished his report to Count Rufus, the ruler of House Valentino, about the events that transpired between Alex and the celestial being, Lysandra. He recounted everything he had witnessed during the encounter—the mysterious potion, the surge of power, and the vortex of dark energy that seemed to beckon Alex.

Count Rufus listened intently, his expression shifting from curiosity to a mix of concern and intrigue. "A celestial being, you say? This halfling has certainly become a curious anomaly. I have my doubts about him, but if he is connected to cosmic forces, then he might prove useful in the future."

Azaroth clenched his fists, trying to hide his disdain for Alex, but the count noticed the underlying tension in his demeanor. "You still hold animosity towards the halfling, Azaroth. I understand your reservations, but we must approach this situation carefully. If he is indeed connected to celestial forces, he might be