From behind the throne, there's a low growl. The growl is too low, echoing throughout the hall. The shifters, who are part of the elite imperial knights, had already been reduced in number after being obliterated by the Borgia knights. The other knights from Wyndham and various noble houses brace themselves against the imperial guard to block any entry into the palace.
"How dare you, Roxanne..." The low growl emanates from behind the throne, resonating with a primal fury.
Emerging from the shadows, a massive werewolf steps into the flickering light at the Erengard throne hall, a creature unlike any Vivianne has ever seen. Towering in height, it radiates a formidable presence.
Every sinewy muscle ripples beneath its thick, dark fur, matted and glistening with the sheen of fresh blood. This beast embodies the monstrous amalgamation of wolf and human, with powerful limbs that end in razor-sharp claws, each talon gleaming ominously as it grips the damp stones of the throne room.
