Aran had been standing way back, doing his best to stay away from where the main fighting was taking place, especially since a lot of werewolves had transformed while they did their best to rip Drehk to shreds and allow the sun to do the rest.
The snarls and roars echoed constantly, claws crashing against stone and armor as massive bodies slammed into one another again and again.
But it soon became clear that whatever material the lord wore wasn't something that could be easily torn, even with their teeth. Their jaws snapped uselessly against it, claws sparking as they struck.
Still, it was also clear that it was only a matter of time before Drehk was worn out and defeated by the sheer number of enemies he had to deal with. His strength remained terrifying, but his movements were beginning to slow, each breath heavier than the last.
