The dark lord sat in his workshop working on his creations. His grim reaper prototype showed promise in the upcoming war. Today, he had one of his wolf mutations strapped to the table, squealing in pain. He tried drilling into their teeth to add a way to dispense poison, but when he added the poison sack, it burst, killing it. After a few failures, he moved on to altering their fur to better resist attacks.

A mental tug on a dark thread leading to Nylian caught his attention. He separated a part of himself and sent it along the line until he could see through the mutated shadow beast squad leader. He recalled sending him and his friend out with a group of five each to cause havoc.  

Nylian growled in frustration. A wolf fought his beast with two groups of elves facing off against the r...

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