'The wolves are pressing in.' Max saw the situation was getting worse for them.
The circle of wolves grew tighter, their glowing eyes glinting with bloodlust as they prowled just beyond striking range. The dwarves held their formation, weapons raised, their heavy breathing mingling with the low growls of the beasts. The tension felt like a drawn bowstring ready to snap.
At this moment, Chief Igris suddenly lifted his war hammer high above his head. His voice boomed across the square of battle, so deep and powerful it silenced even the wolves for a moment. "Form the Ancestral Ring!" he commanded.
The armored dwarves moved instantly. Their discipline was absolute, their bodies shifting as though guided by one mind. The front line slammed their clubs into the ground, drawing runes of fire and stone with every strike.
