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Its fur was the black of the midnight sky, and its eyes burned like coals. A wolf, bigger than a stallion, towering over with a fearsome presence.

The black wolf was more than just a Lycan; it was a mage, harnessing the power of fire in its fury. Its rage was palpable, a seething tempest that surrounded it like a cloak. Flames leaped from its jaws and flickered in its eyes as the monster unleashed its fiery spells upon anything that crossed its path.

As the black wolf growled, its magic echoed through the trees and flowers, leaving destruction in its wake. Its power was raw and primal, a force of nature bound to its will. Nothing could stand in its way, yet...

In front of him was his main prey, a white-haired man standing tall in front of an unconscious woman. He called his axe bound to him after years of using it with his .

GROOWL...