The Heart of Darkness
The battlefield was a landscape of chaos. Dust hung thick in the air, a veil of ash and smoke that seemed to choke the very life out of everything it touched. The cries of the fallen echoed through the once-pristine woods of the Crescent Moon Pack's territory, a sound that would haunt the hearts of every surviving warrior for years to come. The once vibrant green of the forest was now a darkened stain, the ground soaked with the blood of friend and foe alike.
The Crescent Moon Pack fought with everything they had, but the shadow of Lucian's magic loomed over them, an overwhelming force that drained their strength. His dark power pulsed through the very earth, sending waves of energy that staggered even the most seasoned warriors. Their bodies trembled from the strain, their muscles burning as they fought against an enemy that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
