The journey takes now many days and nights.
Near the mountains, which stand majestic before them,
they realise the wolvescry.
“Listen my son, the first trial is near.” [Narog]
An old majestic oak protects them for the crawling dusk.
The cries come nearer and nearer.
Pulsating blood is what the wolves are scenting.
Raging desire drives them forward.
[Ref.1]
A black wolf jumps out of the thicket.
As fast as he can, Narog shots an arrow.
Which smashes the wolves heart.
Encouraged Tyrael takes a dagger.
Side by side they fight against the beasts.
Side by side a fight over life and death.
Screams run through the dark, cold night.
Blood splashed – swords splatter the bodies of the beasts.
[Ref.2]
The moon let their claws glitter like steel.
Their desire for fresh flesh was finished by a bloody fight.
Side by side they defeat the beasts.
Side by side they sow the ground with death.
“Once my son will become a great warrior.”
“Protect me from the beast.
Give me power to defeat.
This night and all nights which will come.