The sub-dimension, a realm of constant flux, was a place where survival was a daily struggle.
Azrael's faction, once a dominant force, was now facing an invisible enemy. Zehn's group, their rivals, had vanished without a trace. It was as if they had been swallowed by the earth, leaving behind no clues, no sign of their existence.
The disappearance of their primary adversary had created a sense of unease among Azrael's forces. Without a clear enemy to focus on, their attention turned to the surrounding environment. In recent weeks, there had been an increase in wolf pack activity. The howls, once a distant echo, had grown louder and more frequent, a chilling melody that filled the night air.