A wave of gasps rippled across the battlefield as the Crown Prince's pack emerged from the misty shadows of the forest. Each figure, clad in dark armor and exuding an aura of deadly intent, advanced in perfect unison, their eyes locked on Zenus' rogues with an icy determination.
The Crown Prince himself led the charge, his piercing gaze sweeping over the scene as he took in the fallen bodies and the battered forms of Azer's warriors.
His powerful wolf strode forward, each step echoing with authority. Muscular and massive, his coat was jet-black and glossy, his eyes a brilliant amber that seemed to burn with restrained wrath.
In one fluid motion, the Crown Prince shifted back into his human form, revealing a tall, intimidating figure clad in obsidian armor, trimmed with silver that caught the dim light.
He spoke, his voice carrying over the battlefield, sharp and commanding, "Stand down, Zenus. Your insubordination has brought dishonor upon our kind."
