He bit the wolf below him and in a blink of an eye it turned into black ash that drifted through the cold wind.
His body transformed taking his true werewolf form and he lunged biting all the wolves around him.
They all turned into ash turning the surrounding snow black. He sighed, " Another dud."
A hundred years ago when Adrian first in this prison, he found out that everything in here was at a higher level than him.
The weakest was at level 6 and he has even come across some at level 8 and 9, fortunately they were too far away from him.
This wasn't enough to put him down, on the contrary he was quite excited. So much prey meant a rapid speed in his growth.
The first thing he faced was a six legged creature with four horns, it looked like a a fat pig covered in a coat of white fur.
Adrian faced it without even taking his true form, he mostly relied on the myriad of abilities he had, especially flame related ability.
