Sebastian
The battlefield is chaos.
Flames roar from my mouth as I sweep over the exiled, their twisted forms scattering beneath the searing heat. My wings slice through the air with each powerful beat, lifting me higher before I spiral downward, releasing another torrent of fire. The acrid stench of burning flesh fills my nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that permeates the air.
Below, the exiled swarm like insects, their grotesque bodies illuminated by the flickering orange glow of the flames. The murkborn, wretched, skewed, and others continue to try and fight back.
Through the smoke and c*****e, my eyes constantly flick to Dolton.
He moves like a shadow, his lycan form a blur of silver and gray fur as he darts between the exiled. His claws s***h through the tether
