章節 165: Story 165: The Knight and the Werewolf

In the heart of a crumbling, ancient ruin, under the eerie glow of a full moon, Sir Alaric stood ready. His armor gleamed in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the dark, menacing figure before him. The werewolf, a creature of nightmares, snarled, its eyes glowing with a feral intensity.

Sir Alaric had heard tales of the beast terrorizing the nearby villages, but seeing it in person was a different matter. The ruins, once a grand castle, now served as the perfect battleground for this epic confrontation. The stone arches, though broken and weathered, still held a semblance of their former glory, casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight.

The werewolf lunged, its claws slashing through the air. Alaric dodged, his movements swift and precise. He countered with a strike of his sword, the blade glinting as it met the creature’s thick hide. The werewolf howled in pain, a sound that echoed through the ruins, sending shivers down Alaric’s spine.