After the Blackwind Wolf pack won its pyrrhic victory, the entire battlefield fell silent. The wolves' mournful howls and roars gradually faded, leaving only the breeze rustling through the woods and the occasional cry of a distant beast.
The Blackwind Wolf Pack gathered around their king, lowering their heads and howling mournfully for the companions who had fallen in battle. Every wolf's eyes were filled with grief, their fur standing stiffly on end. The brutal battle had clearly exhausted them in both body and mind.
The Black Wind Wolf King stood in the center of the battlefield with its head lowered, its eyes deep and sorrowful. Blood still clung to its fur, proof of the struggle it and its pack had endured to survive.
After a brief silence, the Black Wind Wolf King raised its head and let out a long, mournful howl beneath the moonlight. It was a tribute to the lives lost, and a warning of the uncertainty ahead.
Even the surrounding forest seemed stunned by the battle's costly victory, falling utterly silent. Yet that silence was only temporary.
Soon, sounds began to rise through the forest: chirping insects, birdsong, and the howls of beasts. They seemed to celebrate the battle's end while heralding the next struggle for survival.
The Blackwind Wolf Pack also recovered from their grief. They began clearing the battlefield and carrying away their companions' bodies, expressing their respect and remembrance in their own way.
At the same time, they piled up the Gale Wolves' corpses for food, preparing for the struggle to survive that lay ahead.
Now, the wolf king led several hundred Blackwind Wolves toward the Chen Clan's Soul Masters, advancing step by step. Their strides were steady, yet carried an unmistakable threat.
Behind their king, the Blackwind Wolves watched the Chen Clan