Survival
A colossal wolf, its fur the color of twilight, stood on its hind legs, its massive form easily dwarfing even the largest of cultivator Atticus have ever come across. Its eyes, two burning orbs of molten gold, fixed on Atticus with a predatory glint. Razor-sharp fangs, dripping with a viscous silver liquid, protruded from its maw, and a low growl rumbled from its chest, resonating through the clearing like an approaching storm.

This particular beast is considered the lone wolf of the forest, a Moonshadow Stalker, a creature said to roam the deepest, most ancient parts of the forest as it was a vicious predator that was born to slaughter, its power rivaling even some early stage spirit gathering cultivators. Atticus kept his gaze on the colossal wolf as his heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This wasn't just a hunt anymore; this was a fight for survival as Atticus did not expect to meet such high level beast so quickly...or at all.

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