The air rippled with ancient power as Victor unleashed the *Howl of the Alpha*, summoning forth a legion of ethereal werewolves. These spectral beasts, each the size of buses, materialized with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Their forms, while translucent, pulsed with a menacing energy, their fur shimmering in shades of midnight blue and ghostly silver, mirroring the moonlit nights under which their kind had once roamed freely.
Each werewolf bore the distinctive features of their legendary lineage; their eyes, glowing with a fierce yellow light, pierced through the dim, casting about for their prey with a hunger born of the wild. Their snouts were drawn back in snarls, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that seemed capable of tearing through the very fabric of reality.