The battlefield was a chaos of snarling wolves, flashing claws, and the coppery scent of blood thick in the air. The moon’s eerie crimson glow bathed everything in a nightmarish hue, its cursed power seeping into the very ground beneath them. Yet amidst the c*****e, a small victory emerged, a handful of allied wolves had broken through the rogue defenses, slipping into the makeshift prison encampment hidden behind the ritual circle.
Panting, a Stormborn warrior yanked open the wooden cage doors, his claws slick with blood. "Move! We don’t have much time!" he barked, pulling captives from their chains. Gaunt and bruised, the prisoners wasted no time scrambling to their feet, their eyes filled with newfound determination.
"We have to reach Layla before the eclipse," one of them gasped, gri
