The weight of Destiny

The Lycans were busy preparing for their return to the world. They had honed their skills and perfected their crafts while in seclusion, their senses were heightened and their reflexes sharp. An announcement had been made that the goddess had decreed it was time for them to emerge, and the Lycans were eager to soon open up to the world. The people, especially the young ones, were excited. Their eyes shone with anticipation as they remembered maps and books about the world. They had learned about the world's geography and seen videos and pictures of other races in the academy, but they knew that nothing could compare to experiencing the world firsthand. They longed to explore the cities, to feel the rush of the wind in their fur, and to discover the secrets of the world. Orion's eyes scanned the dimly lit confines of his office at the palace, the soft glow of the candles casting shadows on the walls as he diligently sorted through the pile of paperwork. The scent of old parchment and