As the moon cast its final rays upon the battlefield, the battle reached its crescendo. The remaining wolves, once formidable but now reduced to a mere handful, fought with a desperate frenzy, their muzzles stained with the blood of fallen kin. The knights, their bodies battered and fatigued but their spirits unyielding, devised a cunning plan for their final assault.
With a weary determination, the knights formed a circle, their shields interlocked in a formidable barrier. They knew that their victory hinged on their unity and unwavering trust in one another. Their swords, gleaming with the remnants of countless battles, were held tightly, ready to deliver the final blow.
