The watery gloom of the tunnel revealed a world fractured between humanity and bestiality.Sanathiel and Salomon clashed in a feral dance of fangs and claws, blood spraying like a living shadow that darkened the air.Deep growls and ragged breaths from both warriors composed a savage symphony. Every inch of their battle was marked by unrestrained violence, the boundaries between wolf and man dissolving beneath ancient fury.
Elsewhere amid the chaos, the mutated hybrid protectors stormed in with inhuman brutality.Creatures born of the Björn family's genetic accelerators—each a ruthless testament to their mastery of genetic manipulation.From above, Elliot, face drawn tight with tension, watched as explosions sealed the tunnel's entrances, cutting off all escape.
"This wasn't the plan..." he muttered, maneuvering the helicopter to flee the devastation.
Inside, the metallic stench of blood and dust filled every crevice.Skiller advanced with cold precision, moving through a sea of corpses. The flickering lamplight revealed fleeting glimpses of mutilated bodies and blood-drenched walls—an absolute tableau of horror.
And there, in the heart of the shadows, Aisha stood before Rasen.
His eyes—black as a starless night—locked onto her with insatiable hunger and palpable hatred.
Around him, chains writhed like extensions of his will, crushing any creature that dared approach.Aisha's sword trembled in her grip. Memories of the friend Rasen once was clashed with the monster standing before her.
"I missed you, Aisha," Rasen whispered—a warped echo of longing, devoid of any warmth—as a lifeless corpse slipped from his fingers.
His voice—a hollow cavernous echo—was as lifeless as the blood staining his hands.Aisha felt fear tighten around her chest. The figure before her embodied everything she had once loved—and now dreaded.Her fingers released the sword. It fell with a hollow clang to the ground.
Rasen stepped forward. The chains responded to his fury, thrashing violently and crushing the last beasts struggling to resist.The raw brutality that radiated from him was terrifying—a storm of pure rage and shadowed might.
From the tunnel's depths, Sanathiel and Solomon halted their fight.Sanathiel, eyes glowing with the icy gaze of a white wolf, recognized the looming threat.Solomon, seeking to protect his pack, knew the only path forward was direct confrontation.
"Rasen..." Sanathiel murmured, stepping forward with the resolve of a warrior who understood the weight of sacrifice.
Fully transformed, he hurled himself at his former friend.Rasen's chains coiled around him, as bluish flames erupted from his body—a reflection of the curse devouring him.Light and darkness collided in a battle where every movement echoed past decisions.
In one final effort, Sanathiel unleashed a burst of energy from his medallion—a wave of light that disoriented the beasts, forcing them to the ground.But Rasen, possessed by Sariel's shadow, roared with unbridled fury.
"You can't stop me." His words were both lament and promise. "I am no longer the one you knew."
Chains slammed into the ground with deafening force, shattering stone and metal.Rasen's eyes burned with a blue as deep as the abyss.
Steven emerged from the shadows, his face etched with desperation.He knew he had to stop his friend—but the creature inhabiting his body no longer shared the bonds of brotherhood.
"Rasen, stop!" Steven shouted.
Rasen met his gaze with a blend of contempt and sorrow.
"You were always the hunter, Steven. Did you really think you ever mattered to me?"His tone was cold—laced with disdain.
Before Steven could react, Rasen struck.Chains enveloped him, each link tightening with the promise of death.Sanathiel leapt between them, taking the blow that would have ended Steven.The white wolf's eyes locked with Rasen's—and for an instant, a flicker of humanity sparked within.
"No... I won't let you win," Rasen rasped—a hoarse whisper, barely aware of his own words.
The inner battle between the darkness consuming him and the fragile remnants of his humanity raged on.His body trembled, caught in a desperate struggle.A deep pulse throbbed in his chest—like a war drum—and for a heartbeat, the chains slackened.
The tunnel mirrored his conflict.Stones quaked beneath the pressure of the dark power coursing through him.Sanathiel, summoning his last reserves of strength, kept the light burning—fighting to halt the final fall of the one who had once been Sariel.
In a defiant act, Rasen released the chains holding Steven.The storm within him still howled, but a spark of clarity flickered in his eyes.
"The Lament of Chains," Steven whispered—watching as man and monster fought their final battle.