Wolves and realms (book 1)

The beginning of peril

In the void structure, an army was being assembled. An army of a million. If not, a billion. Demons and soldiers alike gathered, armed to the teeth, waiting to strike. Waiting to march out of the darkness. Onto the green field of war to confront their enemy. To live victorious or die a failure.

The ship landed in the docking bay. The entrances opened and two figures emerged. Duxon and Vulpex. They made way through the hallways. Many troops marched past them as they did. They reached a door. They entered. The room was circular with a throne at the back, raised above the floor by what looked like a podium. Two thrones sat beside it and one in front of it. The one to the main thrones left was engulfed by an orb of water. 

Hellbound stood before the podium, Gamma and Realmgloom at his side.

"Masters. We failed our secondary objective but managed our primary. We've captured two horned tundrawing specimens for the transformation." Informed Duxon

"We encountered the wolf and his allies" added Vulpex "that is why we failed to assert dominance over the village"

"Very, very soon a war will be declared against this world's inhabitants. A war where our enemies will fall before us. A war where we claim freedom. The ability to rein over other worlds." Declared Hellbound "we will have our chance to take what is ours."

Hellbound walked down a corridor to a door. He opened it to reveal row after row of battle cruisers, starfighters, transport ships, units, demons and droids. Hundreds of ships and thousands of warriors. "Perfect. We are almost ready."

"Sir. You have 22500 warriors, 50 ships and 2000 starfighters." Listed one of the tactical droids. "All ready to be deployed sir"

Hellbound headed toward the laboratory. Artery, Vein and a blood-red wolf called bloodbound were inside. The modified contraptions were attached to the mechwings, forming guardian tundrawings. "Bring the mechwings to the landing bay" instructed Hellbound.

The mechwings stood and began to move in the direction of the the landing bay. Step after step, the floor shook as 13 foot creatures roamed the halls. An imperial commander walked by with three tundriants behind him. One unit was placed behind each abomination, beating them with whips of electric. "You, get those creatures to where they're meant to be!" Ordered the commander.

"Yes sir." Replied the soldiers.

"Commander. Tell all units that we are ready. If they do not believe you, tell them you were sent on my behalf." Commanded Hellbound.