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The aftermath of the Blood Moon battle left the Blackmoor den in a fragile state. The scent of blood still lingered, and the air was thick with unspoken fears. Aria moved through the corridors, her mind replaying the revelations about her lineage and the betrayal that had led to her parents' death. Each step felt heavier than the last, burdened by