Vortimer's eyes widened as the colossal, ten-meter-tall purple demonic wolf emerged with a bone-chilling howl. The crew, still recovering from the previous battle, turned their attention to this formidable adversary.
Vortimer stepped forward, his metallic features contorted with a mix of concern and recognition. "That's no ordinary demon wolf," he exclaimed. "That creature is one of the demon's most powerful cards. It's a last resort, summoned when they are truly desperate. This purple demonic wolf has the ability to turn the tide of battle."
The crew exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of the situation. Aldred, his grip firm on the Phantom Doomblade, stared at the approaching adversary. The purple demonic wolf's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and its fur crackled with magical energy.