Capítulo 655: Victor Vs the Undead commander

In this desolate landscape of a world that had been ravaged by the apocalypse, the scene had unfolded with stark intensity. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the sky a heavy canopy of brooding clouds, casting an eerie pall over the battlefield.

Victor, Alpha of the City of Milk and Honey, a formidable werewolf now renowned for his fierceness, stood alone, an unyielding figure against a horde of undead creatures. His white garment, stark against the surrounding darkness, had remained miraculously unstained – a testament to his skill, strength and swiftness in battle.

Before him, the undead commander, a sinister presence commanding his legion with malevolent will, had unleashed his formidable lieutenant, Clawed. 

Clawed, armed with a long blade pulsating with black cosmic energy, had embodied the raw power of the dark forces at play. The blade, an extension of his malevolence, had seemed to hunger for destruction, ready to devour anything in its path.