"They wished for me not to exist…"
A voice as dark as the abyss echoed across the vast, lifeless plains.
"Now, I will conquer them all and rule these lands."
A chilling laugh followed, rich with venom and promise.
The woman stood tall, her presence swallowing the moonlight. Her skin was midnight, her eyes twin pools of endless darkness, her gown flowing like shadows woven into fabric.
Behind her, an army…millions of cursed rogue wolves.
Their eyes burned with a soulless glow.
Their bodies, scarred and twisted by dark magic, stood motionless…waiting.
Then…
One stepped forward. Larger than the rest. Its fur was matted with old blood, its snarl deep and guttural.
"We await your command, Nemesis."
A wicked smirk stretched across her lips.
"Then let havoc reign."
The rogue wolves bowed, howling into the night.
And across the lands…death began its march.
