Longing Obsession

A murky crimson-black giant moon hangs high overhead. Swarms of bats dive down from cloud layers, coalescing into a swirling black tempest at the arena’s core. Three three-meter-tall half-wolf beasts glare with bloodshot eyes; their dripping saliva sizzles into corrosive purple fumes upon hitting the ground.Clad in tight black leather armor with broken silver shackles around her wrists, Luna flicks her wolf tail irritably behind her. She bends her torso backward at a ninety-degree angle to dodge incoming strikes, her figure blazing from pitch black into dazzling gold. Her resonant golden soundwaves ripple the air like spreading water droplets, rupturing the lycanthropes’ eardrums instantly.