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"Fenrir, are you really leaving the army?" Lowell pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

Fenrir\'s expression was solemn as he replied, "Lowell, you\'re still young. Don\'t waste your time fighting a useless battle."

"But it\'s our duty to save our kind against the humans!" Lowell protested.

Fenrir shook his head, clearly regretting the actions he had taken before. "The humans are just fighting back. It\'s our fault for treating them like lower beings."

Before Lowell could reply, a man with a bulky body stepped forward, interjecting in the conversation.

"Don\'t listen to that coward, Lowell," Bardulf spoke with an intimidating voice. "I\'m the new alpha of the pack now."

Fenrir\'s eyes narrowed as he regarded Bardulf, clearly disapproving of his methods. "You will lead them to death, Bardulf," he warned.

But Bardulf wasn\'t deterred. "I will lead them to victory," he replied confidently.

Lowell looked torn between the two men, unsure of who to believe. The weight of the decision was heavy on his shoulders, as he tried to reconcile his duty to his kind with his own personal beliefs.

In the end, Lowell knew that he had to make a choice. He could follow Bardulf and continue the war, risking the lives of his pack and countless others. Or he could side with Fenrir, and try to find a way to bring peace to the land.

As he weighed his options, Lowell felt a sense of fear and uncertainty wash over him. He knew that the future was uncertain, and that the path ahead would be fraught with danger and difficulty. But he also knew that he couldn\'t stand idly by while his kind suffered.

And so, with a heavy heart, Lowell made his decision. He turned to Fenrir, his expression determined.

"I will follow you, Bardulf," Lowel spoke with a firm voice. "I believe in our cause, and I will fight to protect our kind."

Bardulf\'s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he regarded Lowell. "Good. We will need every capable fighter we can get," he said, clapping Lowell on the back.

Fenrir looked on, his expression filled with sadness and disappointment. He knew that Lowell had made the wrong choice, that he was joining a dangerous and misguided cause.

But he also knew that he couldn\'t force him to change his mind. The young werewolf had to make his own decisions, and live with the consequences.

And so, Fenrir watched in silence as Lowell followed Bardulf to the castle, his heart heavy with regret and sorrow. He knew that the war would continue, with countless lives lost on both sides.

But even in the face of such darkness, Fenrir held onto hope. He knew that one day, peace would return to the land, and they could live side by side with humans, as equals.

With a heavy heart, Fenrir made his way out of the castle, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that he had to do something to end the war, to bring peace to the land once and for all.

As he walked through the dark, moonlit forest, Fenrir thought back to a legend he had heard long ago. A legend about an item called the blood of Eden, a powerful substance that could grant its wielder untold strength and power.

"I need to find it," Fenrir muttered to himself. "I need more power if I want to stop this war."

And so, with a newfound sense of purpose, Fenrir set out on a journey to the north, determined to find the blood of Eden and use its power to end the conflict.

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Inside the Tavern

"The war between those evil creatures is becoming more chaotic," spoke a man in his 40s with anger as he narrated his story. "I heard that a town was massacred by those damn bloodsucking creatures."

"Don\'t worry, the church is already amassing an army to exterminate them. I even heard that they hired the Hillsong Family," another person chimed in.

"The Hillsong Family?, you mean those legendary Vampire Hunters?" the man replied.

"Yes, and they\'re sending their most talented hunter, Van Hillsong."

"This is good, now they will taste their own medicine," said one of the patrons.

They continued their heated discussion, unaware that the once strongest werewolf, Fenrir, was currently dining amongst them. He listened as they berated the monsters, feeling a sense of sadness and frustration.

How could they not see that the war was not so simple? That both sides were responsible for the violence and death that plagued the land? Fenrir knew that he couldn\'t blame them, for they knew not what he knew.

As Fenrir sat in the tavern, he couldn\'t help but feel a sense of unease as he listened to the conversation around him. The men spoke of the war between the creatures of the dark and the humans, their voices filled with anger and hatred.

Fenrir knew all too well the horrors of war, having fought in many battles himself. But he also knew that the answer wasn\'t more violence, that it would only lead to more death and destruction.

And so, as the men continued to talk, Fenrir made a decision. He would no longer stand idly by and watch as his kind was demonized and hunted.

He would work towards a better future, one where they could coexist in peace and harmony. He knew it wouldn\'t be easy, but he was determined to do whatever it takes to bring about change.

And so, with a renewed motivation, Fenrir rose from his seat and made his way out of the tavern, his mind set on finding Blood of Eden to end the war and bring about a new era of understanding and cooperation between the two races.