INSIDE THE CLINIC
The screams… endless, unrelenting.
They pierced through the air so violently that the very ground and walls of the underground clinic trembled as if the sound itself were clawing its way through stone and steel.
Eli clutched her ears with trembling hands, collapsing to her knees. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face twisted in agony, and with a voice that carried pure desperation, she cried out:
"MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
Karol pressed his palms hard against his ears, his half-closed eyes straining against the pain.
"It's… too strong…" he muttered through clenched teeth.
Roza shut her eyes tight, clutching her ears and gritting her teeth with force as she cried out:
"What the hell…!"
Sifu rushed forward, dropping beside Eli. Wrapping his arms around her trembling body, he whispered with urgency:
"Stay calm, Eli… breathe… everything will be okay."
But his worried eyes flicked toward Grov, who had also covered his ears, staring upward with a troubled expression,
Meanwhile, Las yelled, his voice cracking under the weight of the sound:
"My ears… they're burning! What the hell is this!?"
Piu and Vroom fell to the ground, writhing, their screams mixing with the chaos.
Skav, frozen in fear, looked at them and shouted desperately:
GUY'S? ! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"
At that moment, the great Eagle thrashed violently on the bed, wings striking against the frame, the entire cot rattling under his convulsions.
Karol and Roza rushed to his side, pulling their hands from their ears and grabbing onto the eagle's body, fighting to restrain him. But as they held on, blood began to stream from Carol's ears… and from Eli's nose, staining the floor with crimson under the flickering lights.
The howls suddenly cut off, echoing into silence—
and Eli loses all sense, collapsing unconscious into Sifu's arms.
Carol and Roza, their eyes widening in shock, rush forward the moment they see Eli limp. With trembling hands, they embrace her tenderly. Sifu lowers her carefully into their care, then turns, his calm steps carrying him toward Grov, who remains frozen—his gaze fixed upward, toward the ceiling of the clinic.
Las staggers, dizzy. His vision blurs as he clutches his head, stumbling left and right.
Las
"My head… I… I feel so dizzy…"
Nearby, Piu and Vroom are still clutching their ears in pain, grimacing. Skav walks toward them, concern in his eyes, trying to check if they're alright.
Skav
"Hey, team… are you okay?"
Piu
"Do I look okay to you, Red hair ? My ears are killing me!"
Vroom glances at Skav with a confused expression, his voice strained.
Vroom
"What did you say? I can't hear you skav…"
As Skav keeps his eyes on Piu and Vroom,
suddenly the air splits with the sound of gunshots—shotguns firing in rapid succession—blending with screams of terror and panic that ripple through the night.
Grov and Sifu dash toward the staircase, their footsteps urgent, bursting out of the clinic doors.
Outside—chaos.
Animals run wildly in every direction, their faces twisted in fear. Tiny younglings cry out, their sobs swallowed by the storm of voices.
"Quick! Find Grov!"
"I don't wana die !!!"
"What do we do if they break inside?"
"We have to flee the city… they'll slaughter us all!"
The guardians of Rock City, once proud and strong, now stumble in disarray. Sweat drips from their brows, their eyes wide, trembling with terror. Their voices break apart with ragged breaths, struggling to form words.
A badger guard, his chest heaving, shouts desperately:
"Mayor Grov…! Please—come to the walls! Hurry… please!
Grov and Sifu sprint through the streets, their steps echoing with urgency, heading straight for the massive city walls.
From behind, Las bursts out of the clinic, running as fast as his legs can carry him, trying desperately to catch up.
Inside Rock City, chaos reigns.
Animals hide inside their homes, shuttering doors and windows. Others hurriedly gather food, searching for any possible way to escape the doomed city.
The air is dominated by screams—fear, panic, terror—bleeding together into one relentless roar.
Through the storm of chaos, Grov, Sifu, and the city guards push forward, their path fixed toward the towering walls.
Sifu
"If they're after the Eagle… what do you intend to do?"
Grov keeps running, silent, his eyes locked forward. He doesn't speak. He doesn't even turn his head.
Sifu's voice sharpens with anger.
Sifu
"I'm talking to you, old owl!"
At last, Grov turns his face toward him—his eyes brimming with tears.
Sifu falls silent, stunned by the sight.
Only a few meters ahead, the great wall of Rock City looms into view.
It wall 20 to 30 meters high, constructed of white stone, marble, and diamond. Imposing. Unbreakable. A monolith of defense and pride. Its base stretches nearly 50 meters thick, curving outward to shield the front of the city like a colossal crescent.
Grov charges closer, and to the side of the wall, a set of broad stone stairs spirals upward—leading to the top of the impregnable barrier.
Grov, Sifu, and a handful of guards ascend the stone staircase, each step echoing in tense silence. The higher they climb, the louder the cries become—the guttural roars of the Black Wolves mixing with the terrified screams of animals from the far side of the city.
At last, they reach the top of the wall.
The guards stand frozen, trembling as they clutch their wooden spears. Their eyes widen, fear carved deep into their faces as they stare downward.
Sifu and Grov step forward, their movements heavy with dread. Slowly, they approach the edge…
and together, they look down.
Beneath the Wall
BLACK WOLF...
Thousands of Black Wolves stretch across the ground—muscular, disciplined, and terrifying. They brandish shotguns, knives, and spiked clubs, howling like beasts with the savage cries of wolves.
Some are gray, others pitch-black.
Each one wears dark military uniforms slashed with crimson stripes, the very color of blood.
A few wear heavy gloves, others fight barehanded.
Their boots gleam with red stains, as though dipped in fresh blood.
Their eyes—wolf eyes—yet something far more chilling: hollow, feral, and soulless. They stare with the emptiness of the dead, predators without a trace of humanity.
Their laughter rises—shrill, hysterical, deranged—like the echoes of a plague of madness.
Together, their presence is monstrous, an army that looks less like men and wolves and more like demons born from the very depths of hell.
But what makes the Black Wolves even more terrifying…
are their elite warriors—
"THE BLOODIES FIST "
Towering gray and black wolves, each standing nearly three meters tall, their bodies sculpted like bodybuilders. Massive arms, hulking chests, and legs like stone pillars make them resemble living walls of flesh.
They wear dark green combat shirts and matching military trousers slashed with crimson stripes, the color of spilled blood. Their feet are bare—no boots, no armor.
In their hands, no weapons.
For these monsters, their entire power lies in their colossal bodies—the crushing force of their fists and the unstoppable weight of their strikes.
Over their heads, each one wears a black foul face mask, featureless and grim. It transforms them into executioners out of a medieval nightmare—dreadful, faceless demons whose very presence radiates violence.
Together, the Bloodied Fists stand among the Black Wolves like titans, their silhouettes blotting out the chaos behind them. Just the sight of them is enough to freeze the blood of any who dare to look.
Amidst the ranks of the Black Wolves, heavy, commanding footsteps echo.
The moment the pack hears them, they erupt—howling, cheering, their voices rising as if celebrating some unholy festival.
Two boots emerge from the chaos, striking the ground with dreadful weight, advancing toward the towering wall.
The scene reveals a formidable gray wolf with piercing green eyes—eyes that gleam with an unnatural light. Draped in a black marshal's uniform, a crimson cape flows behind him, dragging across the earth like a trail of blood.
He approaches calmly, coldly, every step radiating inevitability.
Each footfall feels like death itself.
Each glance—like ruin and destruction made flesh.
At the base of the wall, he halts. His gaze lifts, fixing upon Grov above.
Suddenly, silence.
The world seems to freeze—only the distant cries of terrified animals echo behind the colossal walls.
A faint breeze stirs, sending his crimson cape whipping through the air, ghostlike, ominous.
Then, a voice—deep, cold, and merciless—cuts through the stillness:
"Animals of Rock City… I have come for something that belongs to me."