Chapter 157. Final Battle

In a chaotic and fierce battle, the clash between the werewolves and the army of artificially created humans under Gandalf's command intensified. The battlefield was a symphony of roars, clashes, and the crackling of magical spells. The moonlit night bore witness to the desperate struggle for dominance, each side fighting with all their might.

Gandalf, his body now a mosaic of scars and wounds, moved with an eerie determination. The dark magic coursing through him granted him an unnatural strength, but it was clear that his body was reaching its limits. The wounds inflicted by the werewolves and their relentless attacks had taken a toll, and his ability to regenerate had slowed down considerably.

As he pushed through the battlefield, his gaze was fixed on the castle in the distance, his ultimate target. The castle, once a symbol of power and unity among the werewolves, now stood as the last line of defense against his relentless advance. He was determined to break thro