Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother
The two clashed, and as Olivine lunged, the weight of his mutated form crashed against Visaris with brutal force, claws raking, fangs bared.
The monster struck, a blur of twisted claws and fang-filled fury, swiping through the air with brutal precision, aiming for Visaris' throat. But Visaris' reflexes were sharp, honed by years of battle. He sidestepped just as the claws grazed his neck, missing by mere inches, and countered with a fierce, snapping bite to Olivine's mutated shoulder. His teeth sank deep, drawing dark, oozing blood that reeked of sulfur and rot. Olivine howled, a chilling, distorted cry, but he twisted free, slashing at Visaris' flank.
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