The cavern echoed with growls, roars, and the deafening sounds of battle.
Fenrir's monstrous white figure lunged forward, fangs bared and claws digging into the decaying ground, leaving deep gashes in its wake.
The demon roared in fury, its hulking form swiping viciously as it tried to fend off the relentless wolf.
Booooom!
Booooom!!
Each clash of their immense strength shook the cavern walls, bits of stone falling from above like a crumbling tomb.
Damien stood on the sidelines, his flaming sword crackling as it pulsed with energy in his grip.
His sharp eyes tracked the battle with precision, always looking for openings to exploit. Every time the demon's focus turned to Fenrir, Damien sprang into action.
"Fenrir, pull left!" Damien commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
