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In a 17th-century European village, a young maiden named Lyra — dressed in an antique wedding gown yellowed by time — was chained by her own father to the edge of a cliff and thrown into the abyss. She was the centennial bride, a sacrifice to appease the wrath of the Wolf God. She did not die from the fall. Instead, she awoke in a mountain stone hall veiled in glowing moss. But it was no god that came to greet her — only a pack of bloodthirsty werewolves. Her “groom” was the Wolf King — beautiful yet glacial. The witnesses were Abyssal Titans lurking in the shadows. There was no salvation here. Only endless breeding and devouring. When the ancient enemy — the Abyssal Titans — tore the palace apart, Lyra had to carve a bloody path through fangs and claws. She was no sacrifice. She was a survivor. Beneath the abyss, the real monsters dwell on the shore.