Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

The battlefield falls silent, the soldiers staring at Stormlord, weighing their choices.

Finally, Stormlord raises his hammer high, lightning crackling along its edge. "For King and Queen! For honor and eternal glory! For your families! Fight!!!"

With a thunderous roar, the soldiers finally rally, their fear and doubt replaced by a desperate determination to survive and earn their second chance. Stormlord and his fellow superhumans lead the charge, followed by the mob of morale boosted soldiers.

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The werewolves respond with a showcase of primal instinct to the determination displayed by the humans. They arch their powerful backs with bulging muscles rippling beneath their gray fur, and raise their snouts to the sky. As one, they unleash a synchronized howl, a chilling battle cry that echoes across the battlefield, vibrating through the bones of every living being present.

The sound is deafening, a guttural call to bloodshed and carnage that forces my tail to stop its swishing and lie limply in my lap.

No! Blossom isn't a weakling that gets scared by a horde of terrifying monsters numbering in the hundreds! One day, she will have to put her life on the line to protect Master no matter the enemy's strength or numbers, and she will do it without trembling like a scared pup!

Blossom has to focus on the fight to see what a real battlefield looks like so that when she is in the midst of one, she isn't completely out of her element! I chastise myself harshly.

The howling ceases abruptly, replaced by the growls and snarls of a bloodthirsty horde ready to tear their enemies apart.

The man with the massive hammer, the one they call Stormlord, is the first to greet them. His warhammer crackles with raw energy, and with a roar of his own, he swings it into the oncoming horde. The impact is explosive, sending out a literal shockwave that shatters the ground and sends werewolves flying like ragdolls.

"[Thunderclap of Ruin]!" he bellows, and lightning erupts from the hammer, arcing through the air to strike down the creatures in its path. The earth quakes beneath the force of the blow, deep cracks splintering outward and swallowing up the unlucky wolves that get too close.

But the werewolves are relentless, and the stronger ones land safely and jump back into the fray immediately. For every one Stormlord takes down, two more take its place.

One of the other super soldiers, a blur of motion wielding a spear wreathed in blue flames, darts among the creatures. It looks to be a woman. She moves with impossible speed, her every thrust leaving behind trails of scorching heat that set the air ablaze. Werewolves howl in agony as they're incinerated, their bodies reduced to ash by the searing flames.

This soldier spins her spear in a wide arc and shouts; "[Azure Ring of Searing Flames]!" a large circle of fire erupts from the ground around her, scorching everything within its reach.

Another one- massive, broad man wielding a great axe- wades into the thick of the battle, cleaving through werewolves with ruthless efficiency and brutality. Each swing of his weapon sends shockwaves rippling through the ground, tearing up huge chunks of earth and sending them flying through the air.

The weaker werewolves are smashed aside, their bodies broken and bloodied by the sheer force of his strikes. The earth trembles with every step he takes and literal craters form beneath his feet as he plows through the enemy ranks. He doesn't appear to have an elemental affinity, but something like a weight and strength enhancement seems to be at the core of his fighting style.

One of the super soldiers who is moving faster than any human I've ever seen in my life fights with dual blades that flash in the dim light. She's like a shadow- at least I'm assuming it's a female based on the bump in the armor on her chest- slipping in and out of the fight, leaving a trail of butchered werewolves in her wake.

The air around her grows colder as a dark mist swirls wherever she goes, shrouding her in an eerie, ghostly aura. She vanishes, only to reappear behind her next target while her blades cut through fur and flesh with ruthless precision. This is the first human that Blossom can't follow with her eyes… And she even has [Heightened Canine Senses] activated…

Then there's the last one fighting at the edge of the battlefield, his massive, ice-coated sword shimmers with freezing energy. Each swing of his blade sends out a wave of cold that freezes everything in its path- werewolves, the ground, even the air itself. Ice spreads across the battlefield, turning the earth beneath him into a slippery, frozen wasteland.

Wolves that get too close are encased in ice, their howls of rage turning into screams of pain as their bodies freeze solid, then shatters like glass under his relentless assault.

All the human super soldiers seem to have an Epic rarity class of the Warrior upgrade path…

But even these superhumans can't stop the alpha. He's a towering behemoth, a werewolf that dwarfs all the others, his sheer size and power a terrifying sight. He moves with a speed that shouldn't be possible for something so massive, a whirlwind of claws and fangs that tears through soldiers like they're nothing.

Blood sprays everywhere as his claws rend armor and flesh alike, his jaws snapping shut on anything that dares get too close.

The alpha leaps into the air, covering an impossible distance in a single motion, and lands with a thunderous crash that sends quakes rippling through the ground. Trees topple and rocks shatter under the force with debris flying in all directions. His eyes glow with a feral intelligence as a dark, malevolent energy radiates from him, making the air around him shimmer with unnatural heat.

Blossom doesn't know how she managed to run away from this creature… Is she this amazing?!

He's more than just a brute force- he's a true predator, a living nightmare. With a snarl, he opens his maw wide and spews a torrent of dark, searing energy. The blast tears through the ranks of the human soldiers, leaving a trail of complete devastation in its wake. Men and women scream as they're incinerated, their bodies reduced to charred remains in mere moments.

Despite the chaos and destruction, the soldiers and monsters fight on, their supernatural powers clashing with the feral might of the werewolf horde. The battlefield is a scene of utter carnage- the ground is torn apart, trees uprooted, and the air is thick with the smell of blood, smoke and desperation.

It's a war of titans, each side determined to annihilate the other, and the very world around them is suffering for it.

I cling to my perch with more strength in my fingertips than necessary and notice that my heart is racing as I watch the battle unfold. The power these beings wield is beyond anything I've ever seen, and the destruction they cause is straight up terrifying.

Wait, Blossom shouldn't be watching this spectacle, no matter how interesting! Bad Blossom! She has to return to Master and assist him!