In a place far away from the empire, two people stood in silence. Around them, hordes of void-born moved... away. They both had silvery-white hair and were tall.
Ethan wore a fitting black armor with golden details. His hair was tied up in a man bun as he stood there with a smile. Opposite him was Emma, her hair tied up as well. Her wolf tail stood on end. She wore a blue battle dress with white details. White fur covered parts of her body as she slowly transformed into her hybrid werewolf form.
The ground cracked from her transformation as she got into a battle stance.
The air grew heavy with claim. This was not a battle meant to end a life. It was a battle meant to define one.
Emma's breath hung in misty curls as frost formed on the ground beneath her bare feet. It developed in an ever-widening pattern of tiny ice veins that seemed to spread and branch like living tendrils.
Her blue eyes shifted, transforming into silver, then something deeper... ancient even.
