The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Owen's POV

The wind howled like a mourning widow, carrying with it the scent of scorched earth, faded blood, and something ancient... awakening.

I stood at the rim of the massive crater, the soil beneath me still humming with residual energy from battles long buried in the memory of the world. Deep fissures cut across the terrain like scars, and broken pillars of once-forgotten temples jutted out like bones of a godless titan.

The sky churned above me—gray clouds spiraling, forming an eye over the crater.

This is the place.

I took a deep breath and let the wild within answer.

"Time to gather the pack."

My eyes glowed a burning amber as I let out a guttural, resonant Beast Call — an unearthly howl laced with dominance, ancient power, and unshakable command. It rippled across the land like thunder rolled in language only monsters understood.

The earth rumbled.

The skies parted.

First came the Verdant Hollowstag — hooves hitting the ground with regal grace. Its antlers shimmered with glowing emerald runes, eyes wise and piercing.