The Forest of Doom seemed to recoil as the Divine Hurricane expanded violently, shredding the air itself. Trees were uprooted and pulverized mid-spin, their trunks ground into splinters before they could even hit the ground.
The blood-red sigils beneath the werevampires' feet flickered wildly as divine wind, and lightning tore through their formation. For the first time, the pack's perfect unity fractured.
Wind blades howled like divine guillotines, carving through bodies that moments ago had seemed untouchable. Lightning chained between targets, jumping through blood auras, turning their greatest strength into a liability.
Every strike detonated from within, divine energy clashing violently with corrupted blood essence. Werevampires screamed.
