Chapter 43

Chaos descended upon the kingdom. Wolves fell at the hands of Azaroth and his followers, as their rampage swept through the land. The loyal sentinels who had once stood as protectors had now become harbingers of destruction. In the pale moonlight, the once-peaceful kingdom was transformed into a battleground. Wolves who had been companions now clashed in a fierce and deadly struggle. Azaroth's power had grown to unimaginable heights, and his followers were equally frightening . They laid waste to anyone who tried to stand in their way, their eyes devoid of mercy. As they approached the grand chamber, Azaroth led the way, his dark aura radiating malevolence. Thalos was already waiting, his eyes burning with a fiery rage. "What is the meaning of this, Azaroth?" Thalos thundered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You dare come for my throne?" Azaroth released a sinister, cold laugh that sent shivers through the room. He stepped forward, his powerful form outlined against the mo