Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The night hunters
The infernal noises made it clear to the agents that the brief calm in Reich der Finsternis had been nothing more than a cruel illusion. Nick instantly went on high alert, his ears attuned to the incessant growls of the beasts. Liz did the same, raising her MP7 submachine gun towards the ominous treeline. The howls of wolves erupted from the depths of darkness, sending crows scattering in a frenzy of wings. Both agents were braced for a confrontation with the bloodthirsty creatures, standing motionless, their senses sharp as blades, waiting for the first sign of danger. Anika, however, remained unfazed.
"They're not coming for us," the girl said, her gaze drifting among the branches in the direction from which the fiendish roars echoed. "Someone... needs help."
A bone-chilling scream of an annihilator rang out through the watchful trees, followed almost immediately by the crack of an old hunting rifle and a terrified shout from an elderly man.
"They're furious... the beasts... they want to kill."
Anika pointed with her slender index finger at a patch of darkness where only a thick, white mist seemed to seep through. The unmistakable commotion of a group of people struggling amid the dense fog confirmed her words: other humans were in danger, and a gruesome death awaited them if they couldn't fend off the threat.
With determination flaring like a wildfire inside her, Liz chambered a round in her weapon. She wasn't about to let any more innocent people lose their lives—not if she could help it. A fiery need to shred those vile creatures fueled her every move. She gave Nick a quick, urgent gesture to follow. Even before she could confirm that he was on her heels, she was sprinting towards the source of the distress, guided by the frantic cries of men fighting for their lives. She moved swiftly, dodging branches and underbrush that clawed at her, while the roars drew ever closer, louder, more menacing.
The annihilators crashed through the trees, shaking the canopy with each thunderous leap. The fierce howls of the wolves reverberated through the forest, like a chorus of death closing in. Liz felt the seconds slipping away, every passing moment a potential death sentence for those struggling to survive. Nick was right behind her, but her speed outmatched his; she surged ahead like an arrow, propelled by sheer adrenaline. Anika, meanwhile, fell further behind, her small frame and short legs unable to match the agents' frantic pace.
Ahead, the faint glow of an oil lamp appeared, accompanied by the flickering light of torches darting through the murk like fireflies. Nick was already at Liz's side, showing no signs of fatigue, prepared for combat just as they stumbled upon a grisly scene.
Beside him, a wolf tainted by dark blood was tearing into the body of a fallen annihilator on the ground, ripping at the muscles with a ravenous hunger, as if it hadn't eaten in days. The wolf's ferocity was palpable, every muscle in its frame taut with the need to destroy.
