A deafening roar shook the bones of the forest as Elara's defiant charge collided with the vanguard of Asher's profane horde. She was a blur of fang and fury, tearing into the twisted, unnatural flesh of her enemies with every ounce of her rage.

Black ichor sprayed in arcing jets as her claws found their marks, scoring flesh from bone with each brutal strike. The fetid reek of it filled Elara's senses, overwhelming her with its charnel miasma.

All around her, the sounds of clashing forces raged in a hellish cacophony. Shrieks of agony competed with the discordant clashing of claw and magic as what remained of her hunting party...