ROAARR!!
The battlefield shook.
From deep within the horde, three massive figures walked forward, the surrounding wolves parting instinctively at their presence. These were different; they were larger, denser, and their auras were enough to distort the air around them.
Origin Realm
The top dogs had finally arrived; their fur was darker, almost black. Thick veins pulsing beneath their tough hide. Each step they took shook the ground, their eyes locked firmly upon a tall figure in the middle of the battlefield.
All the wolves fell silent. Seeing this, Rahu halted.
His scythe rested loosely in his hand as he turned, purple light ripping faintly along the rusted edges of the weapon.
"Heh, so you finally decided to step out, huh? I was getting bored slaughtering these puppies," he grinned, as if the wolves understood his provocation. They howled in unison, shaking the dead woodland.
