by Critical--Hit
Solitary in the hell difficulty, he made of a tiny corner his sovereign realm. Wolf-blood served as his ink and the living rock his bulwark. A weaver of gambits in the Maw of Death, he laid his stones with precision. He fathomed the rhythm of the stars and found his victory through wit alone, forsaking all holy light.
| # | Title | Words |
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| 0 | Chapter 1: A Beast at Bay | 0 |
| 1 | Chapter 2: A Cornered Beast Still Fights | 0 |
| 2 | Chapter 3: Wolf Blood as Ink | 0 |
