The night weighed heavily over the desolate lands of Iselehein.
Under a sky darkened by the smoke of fires and the cries of the dying, two alliances clashed with ferocious intensity.
On one side stood the Beast King of Etrakios Pryzor supported by the Prince Niolz of Katakiel Empire.
On the other the alliance of the Great Confederation of Azulferia and the island kingdom of Ednia, determined to contain the ambitions of these two rulers.
The echoes of battle roared through the night, marking the ferocity of the conflict.
Thaloria head of the Council of Sages and a key authority within the Confederation, had left the battlefield to reinforce another struggling front leaving behind a scene of chaos where a titanic duel was unfolding.
At the heart of the carnage, two warriors of unmatched strength exchanged devastating blows.
These two formidable figures towered above the battlefield, their presence radiating sheer power.
The duel between Kodort, a towering elf, and Kelwodius, a fearsome werewolf of immense stature would be one for the history books.
Kodort clad in chainmail forged by the finest dwarven artisans, parried each attack with the precision of a master warrior.
His steel gauntlets gleamed under the moonlight, a testament to his skill and power.
Opposing him was Kelwodius, a massive werewolf with a fiery red beard, his face adorned with a sinister grin.
His eyes shone with wild confidence.
"Wahahaha!" he roared, revealing his fearsome fangs you're strong elf warrior this is the must be the first time since my battle with Lord Pryzor that someone has lasted more than ten minutes against me."
Kodort remained silent his gaze was locked onto his opponent every muscle tense prepare to strike.
MANY YEARS AGO
In the Beast Kingdom of Etrakios composed of multiple werewolf clans, only the strongest could claim the title of Alpha.
But to gain this title one had to prove their strength in the Arena of Judgment by emerging victorious, crushing all rivals.
This ancestral tradition revered by the werewolves dictated that the Alpha ruled at the top of the nation of Etrakios.
At just 16 years old, Pryzor had seized the title of Alpha.
In the grand arena of Judgement littered with corpses, he had annihilated all his opponents one by one without the slightest hint of mercy, in a battle so brutal it left the spectators breathless.
They struggled to believe what they were witnessing every single warrior who had dared to challenge the young werewolf had perished.
All but one Kelwodius.
As the last survivor of the slaughter in the arena, Kelwodius engaged in a hopeless battle.
He was completely outmatched—the gap in power was overwhelming.
Bloodied and beaten, Kelwodius struggled to his feet and asked in a weak voice:
"Why... why don't you kill me like you did with all the others?"
Pryzor completely unscathed, stood before him a young adolescent with violet hair clad in gladiatorial attire his ambitions boundless.
He smirked a glint of conquest in his eyes.
"Nahahaha! But why would I kill you when you can serve me?"
Extending his hand toward his defeated foe, he added:
"I will need strong and worthy subordinates like you in the future when I expand our nation, Etrakios i intend to overthrow the established order of the Alderia continent so Kelwodius kneel before Pryzor become my subordinate."
Kelwodius was a proud werewolf warrior, unwilling to kneel before anyone.
And yet Pryzor the very embodiment of everything, an Etrakios warrior aspired to be commanded a respect that wavered between admiration and defiance.
Kelwodius knew that Pryzor was the strongest.
And so, on that fateful day he took a deep breath, placed one knee on the ground and declared:
"From this day forth, I swear my loyalty to you Pryzor."
At that moment the werewolves witness in the stands howled as one:
"Glory to Pryzor!"
That day Pryzor became recognized as the Alpha king of the Beast Kingdom of Etrakios.
Many years have passed and Pryzor driven by his military triumphs, expanded the territory of Etrakios across the Alderia continent.
His enemies fearing by the scale of his victories gave hime a nicknamed the title of Pryzor The Conqueror .
Back to the Present
On the battlefield, Kelwodius dug his claws into the ground, his eyes glowing with a bestial light.
"You are a great warrior, elf. But it is time for me to get serious."
The earth trembled as the werewolf lifted his gaze toward the moon. His body began to transform.
Thick fur enveloped his frame, his legs morphed into powerful limbs, and an aura of sheer bloodlust emanated from him paralyzing the soldiers nearby.
His voice now deep and guttural, resonated through the night:
"Shockwave Claws!"
With a beastly roar he struck the ground, unleashing a devastating shockwave.
Dozens of elves and goblins were thrown into the air, perishing instantly.
"There. I've cleared away the parasites," he murmured with a cruel smile.
Kodort was unfazed he advanced and struck with all his might.
His steel-clad fist crashed into the werewolf's jaw... to no effect.
Kelwodius burst into laughter.
"Is that all?"
He vanished from sight in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Kodort.
"Speed Acceleration!"
The werewolf's blows rained down with blinding speed.
Kodort struggled to defend himself, but the relentless assault was overwhelming. Then, the elf closed his eyes.
Kelwodius suddenly choked
"Bwwaaa…!" he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Kodort prepared to finish him but Kelwodius swiftly coiled his tail around the elf, immobilizing his waist and left arm.
His eyes gleamed with predatory intent.
"You are worthy opponents, warriors of the Grand Confederation of Azulferia but this is the end."
With a swift motion he drove his claws through Kodort's chest before hurling him violently into a nearby building.
The elf's body crumpled motionless in the heavy silence that followed.
Bloodied but victorious Kelwodius lifted his head he battlefield, bathed in moonlight was his to command.