The battlefield trembled violently, causing Derek to look up in shock. The ground beneath him quaked as if the very earth itself rebelled against the ongoing slaughter. Dust and debris danced in the air, and the cacophony of battle seemed to momentarily hush as a sense of foreboding filled the air.
In that heart-stopping moment, Derek's attention turned to the small army of werewolves who had been left behind to defend him. They had fought valiantly, their feral strength and loyalty evident, but the relentless onslaught of the vampire army had taken its toll. The werewolves were overwhelmed, and in the chaos, a few vampires managed to slip through their defenses.
Derek's expression darkened, a deep frown etched on his face, but he did not retreat or run. Instead, he stepped forward with an unyielding resolve. His crimson eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he moved to protect Mozan's unconscious body.