The coliseum was a battlefield.
The growls of the wolves blended into a sinister chorus as the pack encircled the trainees, cutting off all potential escape routes. Their glowing green eyes pulsed in unison, bodies shifting into a coordinated formation. The beasts' instinctive strategy was clear: break the formation, isolate the weak, and devour them one by one.
Fear spread like poison through the trainees.
The wolves moved in synchronized bursts, lunging toward the edges where the inexperienced trainees clustered together. Their attacks were swift, relentless, probing for weaknesses in the hastily formed defenses.
Steel clashed against claw.
Swords cut through fur and flesh, turning wolves into wisps of smoke that left crimson crystals behind. But the beasts' numbers and cunning tactics slowly chipped away at the cohesion of the trainees' ranks.
