C147 A CRY OF DEVASTATION

The square shuddered again.

Shards of stone drifted, spinning in the air, trembling as if the world itself could no longer keep its shape.

The Abyssal Shadowborne moved with predatory grace. Smoke curled around jagged horns. Its molten gaze burned toward Elara, her Alpha Flame igniting in response.

The werewolves jumped, circling the borders of the square. Their teeth bared