William led the charge, a streak of white light followed by a hundred shadows of death, rampaging through the enemy encampments with a ferocity that defied belief.
It didn't matter how many enemies were gathered or how fortified their positions were. Against William and his monster vanguard, not a single master stood a chance.
He moved through the valleys like a natural disaster, extinguishing resistance before the enemy could even draw their weapons. In a few days of relentless hunting, the entire region was purged.
Those enemies who weren't caught in the slaughter fled into the wastes, driven by a primal, soul-deep dread.
The news of the "Scary Master of the Fox Guild" arriving in the North spread like a plague. To the enemies who had plotted against him, William was no longer just a rival; he was an inevitability.
Many chose to abandon their posts and equipment, running as fast as their legs could carry them in a desperate bid to escape with their lives.
