As Solara stepped through the red portal, the air around her crackled with the tension of an approaching storm. Her paws landed softly in the murky ground of the marsh, yet her presence carried the weight of a true disaster-ranked beast. She sniffed the air, catching the thick scent of magic and danger. The wind howled in response to her arrival, whipping through the trees as if acknowledging the direwolf's presence.
The sanctuary warriors, who had fought valiantly moments ago, quickly retreated to a safe distance. No one dared to watch up close; this was no longer their battle. What was about to unfold was a clash between titans—a fight that could level the entire marsh if left unchecked. Solara's emerald eyes gleamed as she prowled forward, muscles rippling beneath her silver fur.
