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Snap!

Crack!

The campfire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows over the surrounding clearing. Damien sat on a fallen log near the fire, throwing more dried up wood into the fire,its warmth barely penetrating the chill of the night air.

Around him, the corpses of mana beasts and demons littered the ground, their forms twisted and broken, evidence of a hard-fought battle. The stench of blood and charred flesh hung heavy in the air, but Damien seemed unbothered, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness beyond the firelight.  

His four summons surrounded him. Fenrir, his Monstrous Wolf, lounged near the edge of the firelight, its massive frame relaxed but its glowing eyes alert.