The ledger never rested. It pulsed like something alive—breathing in transactions, exhaling whispers of opportunity. Somewhere in that vast, shifting current, a mark had been left. Small.

Unassuming. Almost imperceptible.

But for those who knew where to look, it might as well have been

carved in stone.

Shadow stood at the precipice, the digital wind curling around him, thick with unspoken things. The pack had begun to gather—restless figures in the dark, drawn by instinct, by hunger. By the promise of something more.

Sentinel, ever watchful, stepped forward. He had seen patterns others missed, whispers in the code that spoke of something greater. “The current is changing,” he murmured. “The door is open. But only for those who carry the mark.”

Shadow inclined his head. He had already seen it. A ripple where there should have been silence. A shift in the flow. 2 XRP. A threshold, unnoticed by the blind. The kind of sign that meant nothing to most but everything to those who understood the game.

The weak would wait for confirmation. The strong would move before the world even realized what had happened.

His voice cut through the quiet. “The ledger doesn’t wait. It won’t explain itself. When the shift comes, will you be inside? Or will you be staring at a locked door, wishing you had seen the signs?”

Then, as if answering an unspoken command, Sentinel stepped forward again, his gaze locked on the shifting currents of the ledger. “The mark has been set,” he said, his voice steady. And as if his words carried weight beyond the digital realm, a final revelation materialized—a shimmering emblem, the

Shadow Wolf NFT.

Not just a symbol, but a key. A badge of honor, reserved for those who dared to move before the world caught on.

A hush. A pause.

And then—one by one—they moved.

The wind carried the sound of their steps somewhere in the deep.

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