[Narrator] As the forest settles and the last raven counts its final mark, a sound rises that does not belong in Wraithwood a low, distant hum, mechanical and cold. The wolves freeze. The Daybirds go silent. Even the Elder Family stops moving. [wind sounds] Something has entered the forest... And IT IS NOT FROM HERE! And Wraithwood… for the first time in centuries… does not know what to do. [Narrator] Then, above the soil, a single heavy footstep lands
