CAIRN POINT OF VIEW.

Night settled over Moonfang like something that did not simply arrive, but claimed.

It sank into the stone, into the walls, into the spaces between breaths. It pressed into every corner of the barracks until even the air felt heavier, slower, as though the fortress itself had drawn a long, silent breath and decided to hold it.

There was no announcement of it.

No shift loud enough to mark its beginning.

Just a quiet, suffocating presence that wrapped around ...