Imorn roared and pounced. One sweep of his claw ripped three shadow-soldiers apart, their remnants dissolving like smoke in the wind.
A chanting mage hurled lines of jet-black curse runes. Imorn could not dodge. Symbols burned into his fur, searing flesh and drawing a hiss of pain.
"Cowardly trick!" He lunged through the burning agony, tore the spell-caster in half, then dropped to one knee as the last of his strength threatened to abandon him.
Across the mountain pass, limbs, human and beast alike, littered the dirt. Bones rose in grotesque cairns. Blood soaked the ground until it pooled in crimson runnels that raced downhill.
Cliffs split under constant impact. Boulders thundered down, crushing friend and foe without distinction. Even the river ran red, fish floating belly-up beneath a sky that looked ready to collapse.
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