Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother
Olivine howled, a chilling, distorted cry, but he twisted free, slashing at Visaris' flank.
The two collided again, their massive forms crashing together with bone-rattling force. They clawed, tore, and bit in a vicious, primal dance of power and fury. Olivine's jagged claws raked across Visaris' side, slicing through fur and skin with brutal ease, drawing thick lines of crimson. Visaris grunted, pain flaring hot through his body, but his movements didn’t falter. His strikes were relentless, each calculated with deadly precision, as he pushed Olivine back.
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