The Raven Wolf King: Wolfless
Every advance slowed by claws.
Finally, Grimm drives the swarm into him like a wave. The man falters, armor torn, the ravens ripping the pieces apart. His body collapses beneath the storm. Within seconds, he lies dead. Grimm stands over him, breath ragged, the battlefield echoing with the cries of ravens. And suddenly, he drops to his knees, his scream ripping through the chaos. “AAAAH!”
The ravens scatter, flying aimlessly, attacking everyone, friend and foe.
“He’s losing control!” I shout. “Grimm!”
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