With all the preparations complete and the team ready to begin their hunt, Atlas stood tall at the front, flanked by his elite subordinates. Before him, the combatants and workers stood in neat rows.
"Today," he began, "I will appoint a new leader to take charge of the fifth team."
Atlas had already discussed this decision with his elite subordinates and felt confident in his choice. The individual he had in mind wasn't merely capable. He was extraordinary, someone who stood out from the rest. And, as fate would have it, this remarkable recruit had arrived through the Gateway Altar.
"Veylor, please step forward," Atlas called out.
All heads turned to a figure standing near the middle of the formation. And, it wasn't… a human.
It was a wolf, a beastkin.
A massive, upright wolf, towering above most of the others. His thick black fur gleamed under the sunlight, and his muscular frame was clad in reinforced armor that fit snugly over his powerful body.
