Third Person
As the sun ascended to its zenith,casting a golden glow upon the battleground,the clash between the Red Moon Pack and the rogue invaders reached a momentary lull.Xander,his breath misting the air in front of him,stood at the heart of the grove,eyeing the rogue leader who emerged from the chaotic tapestry of combat.
The rogue leader,a malevolent figure cloaked in shadows,approached Xander with a taunting smirk playing on his lips.His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as if relishing the opportunity to engage in a psychological battle alongside the physical one.
"Alpha Xander,your leadership has always been a facade,"the rogue leader sneered,his voice dripping with mockery."Your pack,once revered,now stands on the precipice of annihilation.How does it feel knowing that your reign crumbles like a fragile illusion?"