Wolferos, leader of the SS Wolveria, observed the chaotic scene in front of him. The deafening sound of rune shots echoed through the tunnels, mixing with the agonizing screams of the rat-men. His elite force was in action, advancing with military precision, each movement calculated to maximize efficiency and minimize losses.
The rat-men, desperate and panicked, tried to organize, but the strength and discipline of the evolved wolves were relentless. Squeal, the leader of the rat-men, shouted orders in an attempt to rally his troops, but confusion reigned. The tunnels, once a safe labyrinth for their ambushes, were now an extermination field.
The black armor of the SS Wolveria soldiers gleamed in the torchlight, their rune-carved 12-gauge shotguns firing bursts of magical energy that tore through flesh and bone with ease. Each wolf, in human form, moved with predatory grace, their keen senses picking up every movement in the dark.
Wolferos advanced, his imposing presence inspiring his men. He knew the key to victory was to maintain the pressure, not giving the rat-men a chance to regroup. His eyes, now glowing with the fury of battle, scanned the field for Squeal. He needed to eliminate the enemy leader to break the morale of the rat-men.
Meanwhile, one of Kiros' sergeants, hidden in the shadows, observed the combat. He knew he had to act quickly. Sliding along the tunnel walls, he stealthily moved to a position where he could get a better view of the battle. His mission was clear: find Squeal and eliminate him, or at least facilitate the task for the wolves.
Amidst the chaos, Squeal finally spotted Wolferos. With a roar of rage, he charged, brandishing a rusty but deadly blade. Wolferos, with a cold smile, raised his shotgun and fired. The rune bullet sliced through the air, but Squeal was quick, dodging at the last second and launching himself at Wolferos with unexpected force.
The two leaders clashed, an explosion of energy and fury. Squeal, more agile, attacked with ferocity, his blade dancing in the air. Wolferos, with his superhuman strength, blocked each blow, waiting for his opportunity to counterattack. The fight was intense, a duel of skill and determination.
Meanwhile, the SS Wolveria soldiers continued their assault. The rat-men, though numerous, were disorganized and demoralized. The discipline and training of the wolves prevailed, and the tide of the battle began to turn decisively in favor of the SS Wolveria.
Kiros' sergeant saw his opportunity. Sliding behind enemy lines, he approached Squeal. With a quick movement, he threw a dagger, aiming at the unprotected flank of the rat-men leader. The blade found its mark, and Squeal roared in pain, staggering.
Wolferos wasted no time. With a fluid motion, he disarmed Squeal and knocked him to the ground. The rat-men leader, bleeding and defeated, looked up at Wolferos with pure hatred. Wolferos, without mercy, ended the fight with a decisive blow.
Squeal's death was the final blow for the rat-men. Demoralized and leaderless, many fled, running through the tunnels in search of safety. The SS Wolveria soldiers gave no quarter, pursuing and eliminating the remnants with brutal efficiency.
With the battle virtually won, Wolferos raised his head and howled, a primal sound that echoed through the tunnels. His soldiers responded in unison, a victory chorus that resonated through the underground labyrinth. They had won, but Wolferos knew this was only a small part of his mission.
As the wolves reorganized, Wolferos approached Kiros' sergeant. "You," he growled, "who are you, and what are you doing here?"
The sergeant, still panting, raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "My name is Narek, sergeant of Kiros. I came to offer help and an alliance. We have a common enemy."
Wolferos observed him for a moment, his lupine eyes analyzing every detail. "Kiros, huh? Maybe we can talk. But know that I do not tolerate betrayal."
Narek nodded. "Understood. Our fight is not just against the rat-men. There are greater forces at play, and we need strong allies."
Wolferos considered his words. He knew the fight for control of Gastros was just beginning. With a nod, he indicated for Narek to follow him. "Come, we have much to discuss."
As they walked through the tunnels, Wolferos felt the weight of his responsibility. He could not afford to fail. The SS Wolveria had a mission, and he would go to the ends of the earth to complete it. The magical factory was close, and with it, the power to change the fate of Gastros and perhaps the entire republic.
The echo of their footsteps mingled with the distant sounds of combat still reverberating through the tunnels. Wolferos knew the main battle was won, but the war was far from over. With renewed determination, he prepared for the challenges ahead. The SS Wolveria was just beginning its ascent, and nothing would stop them from achieving their goals.