Sold to the Rogue Sovereign
While others relied on the primal strength of their wolves, I had forged my reputation with blood and skill.
It was with these weapons that I built the Rogue Dominion—a pack born from outcasts, deserters, and the feral, united under my iron rule.
I approached the central rack, where my most trusted weapons awaited me.
First, my sword—a masterpiece of black steel, its blade engraved with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, worn smooth from years of use. This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me.
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