The storm outside roared louder than ever as blood soaked the floors of the once-mighty Wolf King's palace. Lightning flashed across the high-arched windows, illuminating the battlefield with short bursts of white. The palace shook with each clash of claw and fang. The once-hallowed halls were now soaked with the metallic stench of death and war.
Keres stood tall amid the wreckage, her black cloak stained red, her breath steady as chaos unfolded around her. Her power pulsed with violent rhythm, darkness and rage dripping from her aura like venom.
"You're outnumbered!" Marius growled from the far end of the throne hall. His shirt was torn, blood smeared across his jaw, and a deep gash across his chest wept crimson.
Keres gave him a slow smile. "Numbers bore me."
The Wolf King stood beside her, slightly hunched, a claw wound across his ribs leaking slowly. Yet his eyes burned, silver and resolute.
"You dare drag this madness into my home?" the Wolf King snarled.
