Rylan

He was fighting against a horde of rogue barbarians who were relentless in their taunts and insults against him. The harsh words were like constant blows, but he endured them. He had learned to control his anger and not respond to their taunts. But even though he tried not to care, the words tore at his heart.

"You useless and weak werewolf," a faceless voice said.

He was surrounded by rogues, but he couldn't tell who was speaking as the taunts and insults continued.

"You can't win because you're weak, unlike your father and brother."

"Sooner or later, your weakness will get you killed.

"Or your worthless loved ones...