Sacrifice of fire

The gray wolf cub was seen in the pack of red wolves of the blood forest, years passed. Without having a family, he was forced by others, but it was not too bad, every day was spent with wounds and bleeding. Something that prepared his personality as well as his body for the future.

The wolf cub was growing bigger and bigger, fighting, bleeding and killing all that a beast had to do to thrive and he had learned it well.

He always felt that he lacked something, a feeling of loss that grew hotter inside him every day and showed his absence more deeply than before. Sometimes he went hunting out of boredom. He didn't know what he wanted, but whatever it was, he couldn't find it among the pack of wolves. As if he did not belong here.

Seasons passed, the highest peak of the Khon mountain range always acted like a chimney, and its smoke attracted the attention of others from time to time. Recently, it was seen more than before, sometimes even the ground shook with it. After all, it was nature. What did he know about the laws of nature?

Enki could now be said to have consciousness, a large alpha with a two-meter build, an H-level wolf who had nearly twenty collars under him. Bloodthirsty demons were wolves' bodies. Since ancient times, their blood was taken for sale and this was the worst challenge they faced.

But the wolf knew the solution well, why fight bravely and be captured in the end? When you have the ability, fight until the last moment and win the field. But if you can't escape, the most important thing was survival and something ridiculous like pride didn't make sense to him.

Their pack grew stronger every day without any casualties, he always tried to keep an eye on his subordinates. If they were wounded, he would have given the order to retreat, an illusory victory and a quick passing were not worth it.

Chameleon or camouflage was one of the names that the people of the blood forest gave to this group of wolves, a mysterious group that were found whenever there was a danger and were hidden from the eyes without a trace until the danger was removed. Some people called them cowards, but the fear of this group still permeated their hearts. The scariest and most dangerous was not always defined by the strongest group. Rather, the unknown surpassed it in this case.

His chest was heavy, he didn't know what was wrong. He was just looking for something around the forest and repeated it in a regular period. The members of the group wanted him to give an indication of what they should find. But when he didn't even know what he was looking for, how could he describe it to them?

Some of the wolves even doubted that he was going crazy, but it didn't matter, for the pack, the most important thing was their survival and the food that was provided for them. These days, the wolf was exploring the territory of scorpions, insects, even species stronger than itself. Tigers, lions, maybe he should have tried the realm of blood demons?

He himself came to the conclusion that he has a personality problem or thinks too much. In any case, it was a while of carelessness.

He slept for days because of the pain and howled loudly at night, maybe if there was a past or lost person, he would recognize him from his howls. He continued hoping for days, but there was no news.

Earthquakes have been happening more recently and it has taken away the wolf from him without peace. He should have become stronger, if he had evolved more, he would have had more intelligence and maybe he would have remembered it. That was all. Fight and kill all kinds of animals. He did not spare even the weaker demons. It got to the point where blood demons would come to the forest to hunt him, but as always in times of danger, as always, no trace of him could be found.

Life score 90/100

He glanced at the gray runes, words were his only entertainment when he was bored. Nothing was left to be promoted to a higher level, he tasted the taste of all kinds of animals and tasted the blood of each one of them. Sometimes he felt the feeling that he had roots from blood demons. In the end, only one realm remained, one that was as mysterious and terrifying as his clan, and perhaps more so.

Years ago, a pureblood snake hatched in the snake realm and raised them from the weakest species in the forest. There was no other animal that saw him but escaped alive from his fangs. The wolf was not confident enough to penetrate into the territory of the snakes.

Until one day he had to run away. Everyone ran away. The Blood Forest was no longer habitable. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, the earthquake was intensifying and the lava was raining on the animals. Molten materials had flowed on the ground and were following them.

They reached the border of the snake territory, but the volcano was not going to stop. Many animals instinctively did not want to set their paws on the soil of this realm, but this was not the case for the gray wolf, the snakes themselves should have fled by now. What was he afraid of?

The scorching heat did not allow him, his fur was burnt in several places and the flesh of his body was visible. He made his decision, in the end both sides would end in death, one was certain and the other depended on luck. He was counting on his last hope. At least it was better than dying on the spot.

The members of the group did not dare him, they moved there and took turns on the same line, as if they were in a war with another animal, they jumped and roared, but they returned to their place and looked back to understand the situation. they were turning

With no time to waste, the wolf howled several times but none of the pack members followed, they all scattered and walked in two directions to bypass the snakes territory, but there was no time left for that. Maybe they knew it themselves, but at their level instinct prevailed over intelligence.

The sound of howls and painful moans echoed in the forest, but nothing came from the gray wolf. He let out a loud howl and continued to move. Even though he never felt that he belonged to them, he had a big grudge in his throat. He couldn't die here, at least not yet, he had to find what he had been looking for for years.

He had not come to this part of the forest in the past, he just went straight forward with the maximum of his strength. The lavas followed his footsteps, sometimes they slowed down a little, but in the next stage, it seemed as if they were targeting him on purpose. His wounds were burning. It was hot, much hotter than he could bear.

It didn't take long before he saw himself on a small hill surrounded by molten rock. There was no way forward, but that was not all. A red colored snake with a head and scary eyes was staring at him coldly. He had never met him before, but he was sure of two things. The snake looked as terrifying as others described. Breathing was even harder for him than before. He swallowed the water in his throat but still went towards the snake. If the rest of the group were here, they would have the same feeling as usual. The leader of the group was crazy and no one knew what he was doing. His heart was beating faster, but it wasn't from fear. Unconsciously, tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. Finally, finally he found him, although it was late, but the prince of snakes was his lost one, he felt it with all his heart.

The snake didn't react, he stared at the wolf with the same coldness, the molten material slowly rising and making the space around them more painful. He went further and stood next to the snake, but he did not know anything more than that. He was just staring at her and hacking her image piece by piece in his mind.

The molten material rose higher and reached the surface of the hill. Without any prior warning he caught the snake in his mouth and stood still, the snake lunged at him repeatedly but he did not let go. The melt was getting closer to his feet. The snake's fangs dug into the corners of its head, but it still held its scales tightly with its teeth. He repeatedly scratched the ground under his feet with his paw, made a hole and kept his paws steady. He did not know why he was doing all these things but he could not see the death of the snake. Blood was flowing on his face and blocking his vision. He lifted his free claw and cut his vein. Finally, the melt reached his body, but he caused his death with his own claws. His blood flowed, the core of his body was melting in the melt. An hour passed and the snake coiled on top of its standing body until finally the melt subsided. The molten eruption was over, the snake's eyes were no longer as cold as before when looking at the wolf's face. It only showed shock. He lived his whole life alone, without the love and friendship of others. Why did Greg do this? He didn't know, but he was infinitely grateful in his heart and felt warm.

An imposing and beautiful lady was looking at the image of a snake while drinking tea

"Not bad, you're luckier than I thought princess! »

Mutual affection was established.

The fire sacrifice test is over...