~Never was anything great achieved without danger~
-Niccolo Machiavelli
Lifting it's head up, the dire wolf released a terrifying howl in the quiet night, it's howl shaking the entire forest.
The sound of the charging of multiple paws from different directions reached the hearing of the company. The company quickly readied themselves for combat, one high level dire wolf demonic beast was one thing but an entire pack of dire wolf demonic beasts was a different thing entirely.
Crown prince Jaran summoned his sword, the storm bringer to his hands, knowing that blood could no longer be avoided.
The storm bringer glowed with a deadly grey light, emitting a tyrannical oppressive aura that could be said to be earth shaking and heaven defying. The sounds of the roaring winds at the beginning of a storm could even be heard from the blade.
