Rising my Crescent Blade aloft, I let out a great howl—a cry to reflect the might of all our ancestors. Today, we stand together! Our legacy is defined now. If they dare, let the enemy arrive; they will encounter not just our wrath but also our strong link! \\"
The answer came right away and was astounding. From all around the camp, wolves surged forward, a tidal wave of hope and revolt. Our pack shouted in unison, a hymn of survival and strength echoing into the night, even as the first enemy troops moved closer—forms shadowy against the darkening sky.
The collision was sharp and relentless. Driven by hate and despair, the enemy came toward our defensive line like a continuous flood. Leading from the front, my Crescent Blade chopped down those who ventured forward in the feeble light. Every parry and push carried the weight of our legacy—each swing a monument to the sacrifices made by those who came before and a pledge we would never give up.
