They had come so close, yet fallen so far. The alliance between The Pack and Ocean’s Watch had brought mixed results; two of the three legendary beasts fell to their might but the third and final held it’s ground.
All their preparations, every ounce of gunpowder and every pound of metal expended, for what? A few moments of glory before their horde was slaughtered by the winged beast? The knowledge that all Voradus had done to prepare his tribe for combat meant nothing as they were forced to retreat from battle?
Enough was enough. The old ways were key to survival, but something stronger beckoned; something with the ability to launch the tribe into a new age of success. It merely required a single sacrifice: everything. And Voradus was willing to give exactly that.