The silver moon wolf fell powerlessly from the air, and its eyes slowly lost their color. As it died, it thought about the memories of its life. As a silver moon wolf, the king of the wolves, it had been hoping to become a horde leader ever since it was little. It was always doing well, and it was only one step away from becoming a horde leader!
However.....
It was ambushed by a wargod level fighter squad and was heavily injured. Thankfully, it was able to rely on the speed it was so proud of to escape. However, as it was escaping, it encountered a warlord level fighter squad. If it wasn't injured, it would've been able to easily deciminate them!
But, it was heavily injured.
And this warlord fighter squad continued to haunt it, chasing after it every time. No matter where it ran, that squad was always chasing it.
"Those sickening human bastards!"