3rd person's POV

The battlefield lay in chaotic disarray, the sun having dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky an ominous dark purple. The clash between the Bloodmoon Pack and the rogues had escalated to a dire crisis. Despite their valiant efforts, the pack was on the brink of collapse. The rogues, relentless in their assault, had pushed through the pack’s defenses with brutal efficiency.

The poison they had laced their swords with, is putting them at an advantage, as it is rendering the Bloodmoon Pack warriors unconscious very fast.

Dimitri stood amidst the carnage, his powerful frame battered and bloodied. His eyes, once bright with the promise of victory,...