The burning wind of the South of Tenebris lifted clouds of ashes that clung to the furs and leather armors of the Alliance warriors. Here, the landscape was nothing but a succession of crevasses spitting sulfurous vapors and rocks of blackened basalt. At the head of the Demi-Beasts faction, Loran Of Kitsune advanced with a confident step, his slender silhouette contrasting with the massive build of the Lycans and Centaurs who marched behind him.
Loran was the very image of predatory elegance.
His white hair, identical to that of his cousin Kara, was tied in a ponytail that beat against his shoulder blades. His fox ears, erect at the top of his skull, pivoted at the slightest crack of the rock, while his tail, thick and silky, betrayed his concentration with slight twitches.
Unlike the other faction leaders who favored brute force, Loran radiated an aura of cold calm and martial discipline.
