In the shadowy heart of an ancient, mist- laden forest, a pale, ethereal girl with long, silver- white hair stands amidst the fog. Blood spatters stain her delicate, flowing white dress, contrasting sharply with the intricate, black sigil of a five- pointed star emblazoned on her chest. Her eyes, glowing an unsettling crimson, fixate on the viewer with an eerie, hypnotic intensity. Surrounding her in a protective circle are twelve sleek, spectral wolves, their fur shimmering in shades of deep indigo. Each wolf’s eyes burn with the same crimson glow as the girl’s, and around their necks hang silver medallions etched with ancient runes, each bearing a unique name. The dark, swampy ground beneath their feet is reflected in the glassy, still waters, broken only by the faint ripples of the wolves’ movements. The scene is bathed in an otherworldly light, with soft refractions and ghostly glows illuminating the mist and casting an eerie, supernatural glow over the entire tableau