The dreams…they were messages from the stars of this land…from fate itself! He did not have the complete story, but he had gathered enough over the time that he was here. At least he thought. It was difficult to put everything together, and he questioned if the truth was indeed being told…as the weaving of all stories were spun by the conscience of the creator.

He steps through the door, a sense telling him which one to pick, and before him was a situation he could not immediately put together. So many wolves, doing something to a chained wolf. He feels like something is suddenly strangling his heart. The sight of the chained wolf brought back immediately the memory of his throat being torn out by the monster of a wolf.

He felt his head spinning. He begins to breath quickly, hyperventilation begging to take over. Large paws step backwards…he felt so overwhelmed and terrified in that moment.

But alas…it did not last! He sees Euphemia then, her glorious form tall and proud. He felt like a pup watching a brave adult take on the world. He breathing begins to slow…but then she goes towards the beast, and fear fills him to brim! His heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but her words sang in his ears. In the name of Duskbreaker, you must die. he hears, and it was like a battle cry to the man.

If this wolf was the cause of the dangers he had seen, the cause of the death and destruction, the cause of Devika’s death before his eyes, then Euphemia was right to end it here and now…and he would do it by her side. Courage finds him, and he rushes to meet her side, not seeing a single other soul in his laser focused sight.

”By Euphemia’s golden light, this one will aid her!” he bellows, feeling a shake in his form as part of him wished not to engage this beast at all…but with Euhpemia by his side, anything was possible! The man would touch his side to Euphemia’s, and his own jaws would reach to end the wolf here and now.