The Black Wolf
Chaos erupted, but not the kind we expected.
To our shock, many of his soldiers were werewolves, not loyal to him, but imprisoned, shackled by the same cruelty that bound Vireya. These wolves had been forced to fight, their homes stolen, their hearts broken.
When they saw us rise, saw hope, they didn’t fight back. They turned on Xareth’s true army and joined us. The tide shifted.
Now, only the demons remained. His strongest. His ugliest.
They revealed themselves as creatures of nightmare, monstrous, gnarled skin stretching over grotesque forms, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. They fought with dark magic and brute strength, immune to blades, their wounds closing as fast as they were
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