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章 93: War Wick

In the moonlit clearing, the eerie wail of the wind was abruptly cut off by a sharp, primal "Woooo-" that echoed through the Forbidden Forest. The atmosphere shifted, causing the other descendants of werewolves to stir uneasily, their limbs nervously brushing against the dew-kissed ground.

In the heart of the mystical grove, Artel, a figure cloaked in shadows, stepped forward. His eyes, gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, focused on the werewolf leader. With a flick of his wrist, Artel began to weave the intricate threads of magic, releasing the mystical bond that shackled the leader. The werewolf descendant tumbled to the ground, a chaotic dance of limbs rolling wildly.

A deep purple magical light erupted from the fallen leader, forming a rich layer of vibrant mist that swirled and enveloped the creature entirely. The air crackled with an unseen energy as the mist hung in suspense, concealing the true transformation taking place within.

For what felt like an eternity, the clearing was shrouded in an ethereal mist, a pregnant pause in the dance of supernatural forces. Suddenly, a resounding wolf howl shattered the silence, resonating through the dense woods. The mist, as if surrendering to an unseen command, rushed back towards the werewolf leader.

In the swirling spectacle, the mist dissipated like morning fog beneath the rising sun. Revealed in its wake was an entirely new creature, standing tall and majestic before Artel and the descendants of the Forbidden Forest werewolves—a powerful orc from the wolf clan.

This new breed of werewolf was a marvel to behold. Adorned with thick, long fur that seemed to shimmer under the moonlight, it presented an appearance distinctly inhuman. The creature's stature was awe-inspiring, surpassing even the formidable werewolf of the Van Helsing movie. Each sinewy muscle rippled beneath the fur, a testament to the raw power coursing through its veins.

The werewolf of the wolf clan stood as a living testament to the convergence of magic and nature. Its eyes, once feral and wild, now held a glint of intelligence that spoke of a profound understanding. As Artel and the other werewolves gazed upon this magnificent creation, a ripple of anticipation coursed through the clearing—a new era had dawned in the Forbidden Forest.

Artel stood amidst the moonlit clearing, his eyes reflecting the glint of the newly transformed powerful Warewolf. The creature exuded an aura of strength and loyalty that left Artel marveling at his creation—a formidable weapon of war.

"Lord... Master..." The powerful Warewolf's voice resonated through the enchanted grove as it prostrated willingly upon catching sight of Artel. The potion-making process had woven soul magic into its very essence, ensuring unwavering loyalty from the Warewolf, a loyalty that now manifested in its subservient demeanor.

"Get up," Artel commanded, his tone carrying both authority and approval. The powerful Warewolf rose from its prone position, surveying its surroundings with a newfound awareness.

Artel, satisfied with his perfect creation, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride coursing through him. This was no mere summoned creature from the Lord of the Rings; it was a testament to his mastery of both magic and the forbidden arts.

"From now on, you'll be called War Wick," Artel declared, bestowing a name upon his creation. The powerful Warewolf, still acclimating to the nuances of human language, responded with an awkward gratitude. It lowered its head under Artel's palm, seeking the touch of its creator.

"These are for you," Artel continued, presenting ten bottles of potions to War Wick. He emphasized, "The one who grants you the most power is a warrior... Soon, I'll bring you more potions."

War Wick, now bestowed with his name and a cache of potent potions, expressed his enthusiasm with a heartfelt "Yes! Great master!" As he consumed the werewolf potion, a reverent transformation overcame him, sinking to his knees in acknowledgment of Artel's power.

Artel grinned with contentment, his scepter momentarily touching the ground. In the blink of an eye, both Artel and War Wick vanished from sight, leaving the moonlit clearing silent and still.

Artel, now aware of his newfound dominion, reveled in the knowledge that he possessed the most loyal and formidable fWarewolfe in the Harry Potter world—a power exclusively his own. The Forbidden Forest, with its secrets and enchantments, had become the staging ground for Artel's ascent to dominance, and War Wick, a living testament to his mastery, was set on a path to build a tribe that would echo through the mystical realms. The tale of Artel and his creation, a narrative woven with magic and ambition, had just begun its enchanting journey.

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