Fiona Begins Her Evolution

Fiona's breaths came in ragged bursts, with her vision swimming as she struggled to stay up on her feet.

The battlefield was a graveyard of broken bodies and shattered bones, and yet despite the carnage she had caused, the fight was far from over.

Her silver fur that once sleek and pristine, was now drenched in blood with some of it hers, but most of it belonged to the countless creatures she had torn apart in this relentless battle.

Her muscles screamed with every step she took, and every little movement sent sharp jolts of pain through her body.

Deep gashes lined her legs, her shoulders bore deep bite wounds, and her left ear had a fresh tear from where a hound had nearly ripped it off, while trying to bite off her neck.

But despite the injuries, despite the exhaustion, she still stood strong. Even with how she was surrounded.

The enemy forces had thinned out significantly, but what remained were the most dangerous ones.