The battlefield trembles beneath her feet.
Silver light radiates from Aria like a second sun.
Her wolf roars within her, a symphony of divine power, echoing through the chaos of war.
Enemy forces falter the moment she steps forward.
Claws, teeth, and weapons feel trivial against the storm of energy she carries.
She moves with precision, every strike calculated, every motion deadly.
Wolves coordinate through her mind-link—millions of threads connecting under her control.
The battlefield bends to her will.
Soldiers scream.
Enemies flee.
Allies cheer.
But beneath their cheers, there is unease.
Aria’s eyes glow brighter than ever, silver flames dancing in them.
Her movements are faster than the eye can follow.
Her wolf roars with a divine echo that shakes the earth.
She doesn’t
