The area, once filled with the howls of wolves and the furious shouts of humans, suddenly plunged into deathly silence.
In the air, only the sound of rapid breathing and the soft rustle of leaves remained.
The massive alpha wolf lay motionless on the ground, its fierce, vicious animal eyes that should have emerged in front of prey had already closed.
Bathed in dim light, the pure white, flawless silver mane swayed gently with the airflow.
A sword blade of iron-gray penetrated from above, pierced through its back, stabbed out from its jaw, and was nailed to the ground.
Hot, crimson blood gushed from the wound, flowing smoothly down the straight sword, soaking and staining the soil below.
Following the sword upwards, one could see the hand gripping the sword's hilt in reverse, with long, well-defined fingers, a Snake Scale Arm Shield darker and deeper than the night, sturdy gray-black iron plates with metal rings, and those cold, sharp black eyes.
