The Lycans

A Lycan emerged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with hunger as it charged fiercely towards Amelia. 

The ground quaked under its weight, leaves rustling in its wake as it barreled forward with primal intent.

Amelia braced herself as the Lycan collided with her, the impact propelling her backward into a towering tree. 

The ancient bark groaned and cracked under the force of the impact, sending splinters flying into the air as she made harsh contact.

Rolling deftly to the side, Amelia narrowly evaded a razor-sharp claw swipe that would have surely been her end. 

The claw grazed the very spot where she had leaned against the tree moments before, leaving deep gashes in its wake.

Sensing that its prey was slipping away, the Lycan roared in frustration and launched itself towards Amelia once more, its fangs bared in a deadly snarl.

With quick reflexes, Amelia raised her silver sword with both hands, the blade glinting in the faint moonlight. 

In a fluid motion, she executed a precise and powerful slash, cleaving the Werewolf in two with a single stroke, the metallic tang of blood filling the air.

As the Lycan fell, twitching in its death throes, Amelia dropped gracefully to the icy ground in a swift split, a testament to her agility and combat prowess even in the oppressive weight of her armor.

Before she could catch her breath, another monstrous shape hurtled towards her, its jaws snapping hungrily in anticipation. 

With uncanny speed and accuracy, Amelia sidestepped the surprise attack, the beast tumbling past her in a blur of fur and claws.

Seizing the momentary lull in the chaos, Amelia raised the silver sword high above her head, the blade glinting in the pale moonlight. 

With a resolute gaze, she focused all her strength and skill into a single, lethal strike, driving the sword deep into the heart of the oncoming Lycan.

The beast let out a guttural snarl of pain and rage, its crimson eyes dimming as life ebbed away. 

Amelia stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion, as she surveyed the aftermath of the brutal skirmish.

Amidst the fallen bodies of both Vampires and Lycans, the snowy ground stained with the mingled blood of foes and allies alike, Amelia felt a pang of sorrow. 

Her Death Dealers, loyal warriors she had trained and fought alongside, now lay lifeless around her, their once vibrant spirits snuffed out in the heat of battle.

A storm of conflicting emotions raged within her as she looked upon the carnage, her gaze hardening with resolve. In the depths of her heart, a quiet fury simmered, directed towards Marcus and his treacherous brother for the costly price paid in blood and sorrow. 

With a heavy heart, Amelia braced herself for the next chapter in the unfolding saga of darkness and strife.