Death Wolf
The clearing hums with energy as the light spirals upward, shifting, twisting—molding itself into a form.
The man’s smirk deepens as he watches.
The glow dims, revealing what has remained hidden for twenty-eight long years.
A tree.
A massive, ancient tree at the center of the clearing, its existence veiled by magic for decades.
As the women collapse to their knees in reverence, the man steps closer, placing his palm against the bark.
A deafening, soul-numbing growl rumbles from within.
"Grahhhhhhh!"
The very ground trembles under the beast’s rage. A force of pure, untamed wrath, caged for far too long.
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