Battle Rage On

Lowell's transformation had reached its pinnacle, rendering him akin to a werewolf encased in a suit of crimson spiky metallic fur. His once soft fur now concealed behind the hardened visage, his entire body exuding an aura of impenetrable strength.

The metallic sheen of his crimson fur added an air of invincibility, as if he were forged from the very essence of strength itself. 

"Kill him , Supreme leader!"

"Show him the might of the Redfang" 

"Beat the crap out of him!"

The werewolves erupted into ecstatic cheers and applause as they bore witness to the transformation of their Supreme Leader. Hearing their Supreme Leader power from humors and seeing it personally was a totally different experience. 

To see their leader in such a formidable state, radiating power and dominance, instilled in them a renewed sense of loyalty and pride. In that moment, their faith in the Red Fang and their unwavering allegiance to Lowell soared to new heights.