Electric currents crawled across the werewolves' muscular bodies. These beasts, tamed by Carrigan and the Blood Clan, could only howl madly. Blade-like claws tore bloody gashes across their chests, while their powerful hind legs plowed furrows into the ground. Bloodlight filled their eyes as they snarled low at Sean like wild dogs.
Centuries ago, werewolves had been raised as slaves by the Blood Clan. It was not until Lucian—the great Werewolf King—led a rebellion that they could stand on equal footing with the vampires, who were likewise Blood of Alexander. Now, aside from the angels and demons driven out by the Three Sanctums and Kamar-Taj, they were the two monarchs upon the throne of the dark world. Though they could only lurk in the chaotic nations of Eastern Europe, at least their races had survived.
The previous Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, had established the Three Sanctums around Kamar-Taj and cultivated mages and Demon Hunters. That marked the end of the good days for these Dark Creatures. In the old era, the Blood Clan had once protected the human aristocracy, while the rising werewolves regarded the weakest humans as food. Unfortunately, as the times changed, neither could truly become the rulers of the world. They could only be swept into dusty corners.
Once the mage system had been formally established, the Dark Creatures hidden within human society suffered a thorough purge. Faced with cruel reality, the leaders of the Blood Clan and werewolves were forced to cast aside what little dignity they no longer possessed, bowing and scraping before the Sorcerer Supreme as they begged for peace and survival.
Golden Cross Gatling spewed fire like the furious roar of a dragon. The werewolves driven forward fell to the ground with mournful cries, their massive bodies blasted open with gaping holes. Sean lifted