Soul-piercing shrieks echo throughout the dense forest as claws tear and teeth snatch in feral hunger. Yet despite the surrounding chaos, The White Wolf remains calm and composed, reaping the foul creatures lives with measured strength and elegance: a dance of death in the night.
At the eleventh hour, when the forces of evil are at their most powerful and triumph seems all too distant, a blur of red and blue arrives to sweep aside all opposition and reignite the flame of hope for all.