In the sacred and solemn meeting hall of the Canine Clan, the walls were adorned with carvings depicting the valiant battles of their ancestors, silently narrating tales of past glories.

"Brad, are you clear about your mission?"

The elder of the Canine Clan asked, his voice a chilling, low rumble. This elder was the most revered figure in the clan, his face deeply etched with the marks of time, and a prominent scar running across it, a grim reminder of a fierce battle fought to defend the clan. During an invasion, he had faced an overwhelming enemy alone to protect his people. Despite being struck across the face, he had...