The wilderness fell silent. The wind carried the faint scent of blood, but the moonlight that bathed the broken form seemed to glow with a soft, holy light.
Mott didn't care. His focus remained unshaken, his gaze locked on Sophia.
The shadow of his enormous body loomed over her, the weight of death pressing against her delicate frame. Her wide eyes, filled with fear and tears, reflected the unstoppable force of the Wolf Lord standing before her.
The corner of the Black Forest was a smoldering wasteland of destruction.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
A horrifying roar erupted from the depths of the forest as a monstrous beast surged onto the battlefield.
Hundreds of writhing tentacles propelled the creature forward like a nightmarish wheel, a grotesque fusion of octopus and abomination. The beast barreled into the fray, its massive form knocking Mott, the Wolf Lord, to the ground in an instant.
