บท 76: Story 76: The Beast's Lament

In a lavish, candle-lit room adorned with antique furniture and golden drapes, Isabella found herself lying on a grand table, surrounded by an eerie yet enchanting atmosphere. She wore a shimmering golden gown that clung to her slender figure, her dark hair cascading in waves down her back. The soft glow of the candles cast a warm light on her porcelain skin, making her appear almost ethereal.

Opposite her stood a creature of myth and nightmare—a massive, blue-furred beast with sharp claws and a mane of golden hair that framed its fearsome visage. Its eyes, however, were not filled with malice but with a deep, sorrowful longing. The beast leaned close to Isabella, its powerful form tense yet gentle as it nuzzled her, a low, mournful growl emanating from its throat.