Drakar stood proudly atop one of the many ruined towers that once belonged to the Bloodburn Kingdom, his immense jet-black wings unfurled majestically behind him, casting a shadow over the soldiers training rigorously below.
His eyes narrowed with cold satisfaction, a vicious smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched his forces practicing ruthless drills, readying themselves to annihilate the werewolves and the old Moon Guardian who protected them.
The rhythmic clash of steel against steel, the guttural battle cries, and the disciplined march of thousands of soldiers—all these sights and sounds filled Drakar with a sense of power and cruel satisfaction.
Yes, soon enough, he would shatter every enemy foolish enough to stand in his path.
He felt a presence approach, turning slowly as Zulgi arrived, bowing deeply before him.
"Your Majesty," Zulgi began respectfully, eyes lowered, "I bring you good news."
