The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and the metallic tang of spilled blood as the two forces finally collided. Zakar's ravening horde surged against Diane's regimented vanguard in a chaotic frenzy of bared fangs and raking claws.

At the heart of the melee, Diane was a cyclonic force of nature—a veritable hurricane of shredding steel and searing scorchspark as she cut a path through the rogue's thralls. Any opponents foolish enough to directly challenge the alpha's wrath were met with a blur of fang and sword that left them crumpled and ruined in her wake.

"Is this the true measure of your ambition, snake?" she snarled...