"You think you're finished with me, human? You have no idea the kind of ancient power you're provoking!"
The werewolf, despite lying in a pool of his own blood, clung to life with a terrifying resilience. His body had been ravaged; his chest punctured in multiple places, half of his bones shattered, and his skull cracked wide open. His limbs were twisted unnaturally, and the floor was slick with his blood. And yet, he struggled, muscles twitching as he tried to rise, refusing to give in to death.
The sight was both awe-inspiring and horrifying. Even with fatal injuries, his vitality burned fierce and unyielding, a testament to the primal force of the dark races.