Together, we pushed back against the darkness that sought to claim us, our every strike a declaration of our indomitable spirit. This night, under the watchful gaze of the full moon, we would not yield. We would fight until the dawn brought its cleansing light, or until our last breath whispered into the cold embrace of eternity.

Smoke clung to the night air like a shroud, its acrid scent mingling with the metallic tang of spilled blood. The moon hung overhead, a silent witness to the carnage ...