Despite their valor, the adventurers find themselves overwhelmed, their assault on Crass City turning into a desperate fight for survival.
Above, Pavel watches the unfolding chaos, his expression unreadable.
Amidst the turmoil, Varkas steps forward, his eyes locked onto Zinov. With a deep growl, his form begins to shift. Muscles bulge, bones crack, and dark fur sprouts across his body. In moments, he stands transformed—a towering lycanthrope, embodying both human intellect and wolf ferocity.
Pavel, observing from the ground, lets out a hearty laugh, gripping his massive greatsword with anticipation.
"So, you're all here," Pavel calls out, his voice echoing over the battlefield. "That means no one is stopping Zinov."
Varkas's lupine eyes narrow as he responds, his voice a guttural snarl.
"You think I'm the only Tier 5? There are others who will handle Zinov. But you," he points a clawed finger at Pavel, "will find your grave here."
