Voren was a werewolf, one of the very creatures Battal had hunted, captured, and drained of their powers for centuries, yet the man was now overpowering him in front of his own army, forcing him to endure injuries he had never imagined suffering at the hands of someone he considered inferior.
Battal struggled to free his other hand from Voren's hold, his face twisting as he fought against the pressure, but by the time he managed to move it into a more favorable position, he had already lost the advantage he needed.
Voren pulled the sword free and swung it with a force that left Battal no time to react, severing his right arm in a single brutal strike.
The detached limb fell to the ground with a sickening thud, and for a moment, the entire clearing seemed to freeze as the Lycan king stared at what remained of his shoulder, disbelief spreading across his face before the pain finally registered.
