Despite Squeal's pomp, he was one of the subgroups of the wererats. The trouble was just beginning, and Kiros and his new ally Wolferos would discover it in the most unpleasant way possible. Everyone had died in combat, thanks to the lack of good weapons and the surprise effect, but Snarl, formerly Squeal's lieutenant, had, by pure luck, survived the massacre of the werewolves.
Having been sent on a diplomatic mission in the opposite direction to the werewolf invasion, he had also, by carelessness, been hit by a piece of shrapnel from the SS's runic twelve-gauge projectile. But he had survived, and he didn't feel pity, sadness, or any sweet feelings that humans so often display. He only felt anger for losing his promotion, which was so close, with just a few steps left to receive his own hideout, his own gang, without being under anyone's direct control. Now he would have to start all over again, spending years submitting to the will of others.
Despite bleeding heavily, Snarl managed to reach the nearest base of the wererats, where he passed on the information he had regarding what was happening. A messenger was sent to the supreme leader of the wererats, Mickey Von Maus.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Gastros, Kiros and Wolferos were preparing to face the imminent challenges. The alliance between the two was fragile, forged out of necessity and survival, but both knew they needed to trust each other to face the dangers ahead. Kiros, a natural strategist, began mapping out possible attack and defense routes, while Wolferos used his strength and agility to train the few fighters they had. The underworld of Gastros was in turmoil, with rival factions reorganizing and forming new alliances, and the balance of power was about to be shaken. Amidst this turbulence, Kiros and Wolferos needed to find a way to protect their territory and their followers, knowing that any mistake could be fatal. The shadows of the city were filled with eyes and ears, and every move they made was being watched by lurking enemies.
It was said that Mickey Von Maus was one of the last descendants of a royal lineage of wererats, who many millennia ago had a kingdom composed of wererats and rabbitmen, but who succumbed to the dinosaur legions and their allies. Mickey Von Maus was already 150 years old, considered the wisest of the wererats, but unfortunately, despite everything, he had allowed himself to be corrupted by human greed, becoming with each passing year a detestable, envious, spiteful, and cruel leader.
His eldest son, Mickey Von Maus II, at 50 years old, did not follow in his father's footsteps, trying to learn to be a good leader and take his people to a better level, getting actively involved in the politics of Gastros, trying to bring change to the city, without much success, thanks to the deeply rooted corruption in the republic.
What the guardians of Kiros and the SS had taken from the underworld did not even represent 5% of the city's territory, but they were already feared and hated by their rivals.