The intensity of the battle kept rising. Yet, without the support of their own Spirit of the Wilderness, how could they ever defeat the Wizard-augmented warrior in this ceremony?
Soon, only a pile of corpses remained on the ground. Their blood seeped into the earth, which explained why the tree was so lush.
The offering was placed upon the altar. The old Wizard then set down his walking stick, his head adorned with a wolf bone mask on which complicated incantations were drawn with fresh blood. He muttered incantations that no one could understand. His movements became bizarre as he started to dance, performing strange and seemingly meaningless gestures.
Warwolf watched this scene, his thoughts already drifting far away...
