At the forefront of the battlefield, at the left edge of the massive rift in space, the ground dry, cracking and blackened as scattered chunks of creatures of corruption littered a clearing.
Alpha stood — his frame tense, white fur erect, teeth bared as threatening growls reverberated from the depths of his throat.
He was meant to be battling alongside the other squad members under Roy's lead, but the constant pour of enemies through the rift had long separated them all.
Which was good — the enemy before him was too dangerous, and it was best he faced it alone.
Alpha's ruby-red pupils reflected the silhouette of his foe, his snout twitching from the repulsive stench of overwhelming corruption.
Though his figure was bathed in the rotten black blood of all the enemies he had decimated, this one before him was on another level. The stench of the beast provoked both rage and fear from the depths of his heart.
