Iron blood (Sponsor$)

Elara stumbled through the moonless graveyard, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. A chilling whisper, like the scraping of rusted iron against stone, seemed to follow her. It wasn't a voice she could understand, but it resonated deep within her bones, a cold premonition. She clutched the tarnished silver locket her grandmother had given her, its surface icy against her trembling fingers.