The final trial awaits among moonlit ruins where The Pack keeps vigil. Descendants of an ancient race, their loyalty is unbreakable, their defenses unmatched. They worship the Goddess of the Moon and, it is said, return to her as wolves upon death.

You infiltrate during a lunar rite, drums beating like a second heartbeat. Their leader raises her hands to the heavens, as lightning splits the sky, and for a breath you almost falter - these are not mere warriors, but believers bound by blood. When you claim their sacrificial blade, a howl splits the night. Shapes shift in the shadows. You run as paws thunder behind you, not daring to look back.