In the village of Eldoria, nestled between the misty crags of the Elder Mountains, tales of the celestial beings known as the Seraphs were as common as the morning dew. According to the village elders, these creatures were angelic, adorned with majestic feathered wings that shimmered under the moonlight and hair that glistened with a pearlescent sheen, casting halos of light around their serene faces. The Seraphs were revered as guardians, watchers of the night who kept the dark forces at bay. No story ever whispered of danger, for they were the epitome of purity and grace.

However, on a night shadowed by a new moon, the village of Eldoria faced an unprecedented terror. Lyla, a young and curious herbalist, ventured into the woods seeking rare moonflowers. Guided only by the faint glow of her lantern, she stumbled upon a clearing she had never seen before. There, bathed in the silvery light of starshine, stood a figure that matched the desIn the village of Eldoria, nestled between the misty crags of the Elder Mountains, tales of the celestial beings known as the Seraphs were as common as the morning dew. According to the village elders, these creatures were angelic, adorned with majestic feathered wings that shimmered under the moonlight and hair that glistened with a pearlescent sheen, casting halos of light around their serene faces. The Seraphs were revered as guardians, watchers of the night who kept the dark forces at bay. No story ever whispered of danger, for they were the epitome of purity and grace.

However, on a night shadowed by a new moon, the village of Eldoria faced an unprecedented terror. Lyla, a young and curious herbalist, ventured into the woods seeking rare moonflowers. Guided only by the faint glow of her lantern, she stumbled upon a clearing she had never seen before. There, bathed in the silvery light of starshine, stood a figure that matched the descriptions of the Seraphs. Mesmerized, Lyla approached, her heart filled with awe and her mind racing with stories of old.

As she drew closer, the Seraph turned, revealing not only the ethereal beauty of its wings and the luminous strands of its hair but also something far more menacing. A pair of gleaming, sharp fangs protruded from its smiling mouth, and its eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. Frozen in fear, Lyla realized that the tales had omitted a crucial detail. The Seraphs were not merely guardians; they were hunters of the night.

criptions of the Seraphs. Mesmerized, Lyla approached, her heart filled with awe and her mind racing with stories of old.

As she drew closer, the Seraph turned, revealing not only the ethereal beauty of its wings and the luminous strands of its hair but also something far more menacing. A pair of gleaming, sharp fangs protruded from its smiling mouth, and its eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. Frozen in fear, Lyla realized that the tales had omitted a crucial detail. The Seraphs were not merely guardians; they were hunters of the night.