The battle outside the cave raged on, unrelenting in its intensity. The Firestorm Wolf and Shadow Wolf, guardians of the ancient treasures, clashed with the twelve Dhampirs, their combined powers ripping through the air like violent storms.
Flames roared and danced, illuminating the battlefield as they tore through trees and ignited the forest floor. Yellow auras from the Dhampirs radiated like halos, their elemental attacks crackling through the darkened skies. Each time the Shadow Wolf unleashed a wave of darkness or warped space, the Dhampirs retaliated with coordinated strikes, their synergy keeping the monstrous wolves at bay but failing to overpower them.
The Dhampirs and beasts exchanged blows in a deadly symphony of raw power. Lauden led his comrades with unwavering precision, his every strike a blend of ferocity and strategy, but even he bore wounds that sizzled with residual fire and darkness.
