Beheading the King

The sad and shrill cries of the wolf trembled the primitive mountains!

Black ripples shrouded in thick smoke gushed out of the wolf’s mouth. These sound waves agitated the air, causing a raging storm to sweep across the region. Vegetation was torn into piect out its anger and its despair.

Ash Wolf could feel the decline of its vitality. It became weaker and weaker; before long, it would die of blood loss. In face of its death, the wolf was terrified and furious.

It was full of grievances. "I would rather have my noble body dismembered by a king than to be killed by you! You’re not worthy of my death!" the wolf roared.