Enemy Lineup
Near the south border of the Scarlet Banes' territory.
It was already nighttime and the sound of Werewolves howling resonated with the calmness and tranquility brought by the night, a collective requiem to appease the Lunirich Gods. One Werewolf, however, was looking at the moon, sitting on top of a rock.
"Finally, the waxing gibbous came, the cycle should be back to normal" Alaric muttered.
Due to the Second Breath, the moon cycle was also disrupted.
But now that the first quarter has proceeded to the next phase, it should be normal now.
Even the level of moonlight energy in the air was increasing steadily.
Looking at his claws, he clicked his tongue seemingly in displeasure before he closed both of his eyes to savor the taste of the moonlight. Alaric meditated, his scorching energy swirled in a soft motion around the rock he was sitting on.
Moreover, his King Mark appeared, taking the darkest hue of crimson.