As the battle raged on, Wednesday's determination never wavered. She knew that the silver sword was her only advantage against the lycanthropic foe. With a swift and skillful strike, she aimed for Alpha's heart, the blade finding its mark.
The Alpha let out a haunting howl of pain and fury as the silver sword pierced through her, the curse of lycanthropy searing her from within. In a final, desperate attempt, The Alpha lunged at Wednesday, but Wednesday move side stepped, allowing the wounded werewolf to crash into the gate.
System: Captain Wednesday and Swift successfully kill all the midnight Warewolves.
The announcement made them happy.
As they stepped through the gate …. they were young girls of different races tied to a log forming a pentagon.
The pentagon was drawn in blood it seemed like a demonic rithual. In the center of the pentagon sat a man?..… or was he a dark Warewolves? It was hard to determine.