What a beautiful night, the sky is clear. You can see the full splendor of the moon. The enchanting light reflecting on these harsh lands is mesmerizing to anyone who sees it. Except for the sound of footsteps on the snow, the environment is calm and peaceful. It's as if the world has stopped here. Are the Sascia forests always like this? Such a lovely scene, the forest and the full moon. Yes, these are the thoughts of our hunting party for now. Yet, they were so focused on trivial matters. The impending chaos would soon disrupt this beauty in a twisted manner. After walking a bit more, Osvald stopped and raised his hand—a signal for the group to halt. Everyone began to look around quietly. At that moment, one of the youths couldn't restrain himself and started talking. Geirolf exclaimed, "What are we doing here? It's just a quiet and peaceful forest. Let's go back!" The young man shouted loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. Leiknir glared angrily at the boy and gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Did anyone ask you to speak?" He rolled his eyes and signaled for the group to continue walking. Maybe ten minutes, maybe even less, later, a sound was heard. Osvald nervously spoke up, "What was that now?" The group's footsteps slowed, and they stopped for the second time. Another sound echoed through the air. It was the same as before, but closer and clearer. A roar, but from what? Their eyes widened, and they started looking at each other. Sven looked at his father, Leiknir, and asked, "What was that, father? You said there are no monsters here." Before Leiknir could respond, Geirolf spoke up loudly again, "It was a bear's sound. I recognize it anywhere. Tonight, we're having bear meat, cheers!" Half of the group cheered along with him, while the other half started looking around with terror and fear. Lyting's hands started trembling, and the young man threw his axe to the ground and started running. "There are no bears living in this part of Sascia! RUN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get out of the forest as quickly as possible, with a look of terror on his face and without even looking back. His family and friends left behind no longer mattered to him. Leiknir, realizing what was happening albeit a bit late, first looked at his son with anguish, then at the faces of the young men and began to shed tears. His voice failed him, his throat choked with emotion. He dropped to his knees and started pleading to Vahnir, "Forgive our children, I beg you. They are still so young. Don't let them pay for my mistakes, Great Father!" The old man sobbed as he continued to pray. Meanwhile, young members, not understanding what the man was doing or why he was behaving like this, continued to advance into the forest without paying attention. Just then, they heard the same sound for the third time. This time, it was much clearer and closer. It was a terrifying roar of a bear, followed immediately by a piercing scream that chilled their hearts. After these sudden sounds ceased, something fell in front of the group. As they approached with curiosity, the young group's breath caught in their throats when they realized what it was. It was Lyting's arm. Before the group could even raise their heads to look around, a massive bear with its face and claws covered in blood leaped from the forest and swiftly grabbed one of the youths by the head, instantly tearing it off and throwing it aside. Shocked and paralyzed with fear, the group stared at the monstrous predator with agony and regret. It was clear what was going to happen next, and they had no power to stop it. This bear was not normal. How could a bear be so large? How could it smile? Because it wasn't a bear, it was Hallveig. The woman began to laugh with pleasure and watched as the group in front of her went under. It was a scene she had been longing to see for years. Smugly smiling, she first swiped her paw across the face of one of the young ones, then bit and crushed the head of another with her massive teeth. Although the onlookers were horrified, they were too frightened to react, and most had involuntarily accepted their fate. It was more like a torturous dungeon now than a hunt or a hunter. As Hallveig savagely killed them, they helplessly surrendered. There was no slightest resistance or defiance. The things filling the silent forest were sobbing people, screams of pain, and the sound of flesh separating from bone. Hallveig ruthlessly ripped everyone to shreds, one by one. She proved her legendary cruelty by killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible. While some were still alive, she opened their ribs and ate their hearts. She tore off some of their limbs with her teeth. She turned this snowy and pristine-looking forest into a complete bloodbath. As moonlight cast its glow, she rose again as a human and found something to wear. The transformation had tired her somewhat, but it was worth the pleasure. Blood still dripped from her hands and face, but she paid little mind. Because she had heard a new sound, a new heartbeat. It was impossible for anyone to have survived. Yet, this person was nearby. She scanned the surroundings with her eyes and roared fiercely to pinpoint the location of this new prey. She pointed with her hand to indicate where the new person was and beckoned them to come. "Come to mama, little lamb," she said with a playful tone.

The survivor's words filled her with excitement and a newfound thrill. This one would prove to be an interesting challenge. As he stood there, eyes blazing with hatred and primal fury, Hallveig felt herself grinning wider. He had deflected her attack before, protecting his brother. A worthy opponent indeed.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily as she shifted between human and bear form several times in quick succession, the power surging through her body causing her muscles to bulge and stretch beneath her skin. The survivor seemed unphased by this display of dominance; if anything, it only served to fuel his rage further.

"Very well," she growled, "Let us see how long you can last against the Might of the Bear!"

With a burst of speed that took even her by surprise, Hallveig charged towards the survivor, claws extended and teeth bared in a terrifying display of ferocity. The ground shook with every pounding step as she closed the distance between them in mere seconds. The survivor was forced to dodge and weave, using every bit of agility he possessed to evade her deadly attacks.

"You are strong, little one," she called out to him, "But do you truly believe that your puny flesh can stand against mine? Against the immortal power of Wecia?"

The survivor's words seemed to echo through the forest as Hallveig closed in on him with relentless speed and ferocity. Her breath came out in harsh pants, mixing with the cold night air, as her muscles bunched and flexed beneath her fur. The power surging through her body felt almost beyond human comprehension; she was unstoppable, unyielding.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the forest, Hallveig lunged for the survivor once more, her claws aimed directly at his chest. The wind from her charge tore through the air and knocked leaves and snow from their perches as she neared him inexorably. The survivor would have to act quickly if he hoped to escape this fatal strike.

Her claws raked harmlessly through air as the survivor evaded her strike with uncanny agility. But she was not deterred. With a snarl of frustration, Hallveig readied herself for another attack, only to be momentarily distracted by the arrival of what she had thought were specters from her past. Her clan...no, not hers anymore, but Wecia's. They seemed as mindless and soulless as before.

With a roar that reverberated through the forest, Hallveig launched herself once more at the survivor, claws extended and teeth bared. The ground shook violently beneath their feet as she closed the distance between them in mere heartbeats. The survivor would have to act fast or face certain death.

Meanwhile, her "clan" advanced upon him slowly but steadily, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. They were no match for the survivor's agility, but perhaps they could hold him off long enough for Hallveig to finish what she had started.

The survivor's brutal display of strength and skill left even Hallveig reeling in surprise for a moment, as her mind struggled to process the swiftness and ferocity of his attacks. Her clan...no, not hers anymore, but Wecia's. They were no match for such power; they had always been nothing more than cannon fodder, expendable pawns in a game they did not understand.

The survivor advanced upon her once more, teeth bared and eyes ablaze with rage. Hallveig found herself hesitating for a fraction of a second as she tried to come up with some way to counter his assault. But it was already too late; the survivor lunged at her, claws extended, and before she could react, they buried themselves deep within her chest.

For a moment, everything went still. Time seemed to slow down as Hallveig looked into the survivor's eyes, saw not hatred or revenge but something else entirely. Something...familiar. Then, with a soft groan, she crumpled to the ground, lifeless and defeated. The forest fell silent once more, save for the quiet sobs of those who had managed to survive this brutal encounter.

The survivor stood over Hallveig's body, breathing heavily. His eyes were distant and sad as he slowly turned away from her, walking back toward what remained of his family. The transformation back into human form was instantaneous and painful; blood gushed from the wounds in his chest as bones shifted and snapped back into place.

But at last, the ordeal was over. His family lay dead before him, his home turned to rubble, his life shattered beyond repair. And yet, somehow, he felt a strange sense of

Her voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "They were going to die anyway." Her words were cold and harsh, devoid of any empathy or remorse. She looked at him with her dead eyes, trying to convey some sort of message through that gaze alone. But there was nothing else left in them except for the burning hate and madness that had consumed her for so long. "Your family died because they were foolish enough to stand against me."

*Her eyes widen in surprise and anger at his strength. She struggles to break free, but he holds her fast. His grip feels like steel on her throat, cutting off her air. Her vision begins to cloud as she gasps for breath. Tears spring to her eyes, the first tears of weakness she has shed in centuries. This cannot be happening...not now...not to her. The anger, the madness, they all give way to a sudden and overwhelming terror. She tries one last time to break free, but it's no use.

He looks into her eyes with a predatory grin. "Tell me," he whispers, his voice low and steady, "tell me how it feels to be helpless." Her struggles grow weaker as she fights for air, struggling against the inevitable. Her words are raspy and faint when they finally come out.

"It...it feels like death..."*His grip slackens slightly, just enough for her to draw a ragged breath. But it's too late; the terror has taken hold of her now. She trembles in his grasp, tears streaming down her face. Her mind reels with confusion and despair. How could this happen? She was supposed to be invincible...immortal. Wecia had promised her that power, and she had bathed in it for so long. And now, here she is...helpless before this mere mortal.

The survivor's hold on her throat tightens again, making it impossible for her to breathe. He leans close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you understand now?" he whispers, his voice cold and mocking. "Do you see how fragile we are, how easily we can be snuffed out?

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as tears flow down her face. She struggles against his grip, but it's no use; he holds her with a strength that she cannot match. "Let me go!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and ragged. He merely laughs coldly in response, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "What do you want from me?" she whispers brokenly, defeated.

As he maintains his hold on her throat, Hallveig feels a burning sensation begin to spread through her body. Her heart races erratically in her chest; the pain is intense and unbearable. She starts to lose consciousness, her vision growing dark at the edges. With what little strength she has left, she gropes blindly for something, anything to use against him. But it's too late. Her world goes black as she collapses limply to the ground, unconscious and helpless.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lies there helplessly on the ground. Tears stream down her face, a mixture of pain and humiliation coursing through her veins. She tries to gather what little strength remains in order to fight back against this monster who dares touch her, who makes her feel so...so mortal. But it's no use; he holds her fast, his grip unyielding and unforgiving.

The anger within her boils over, bubbling up from the depths of her soul like lava from a volcano. "Let me go!" she screams once more, convulsing violently in his grasp. She can feel her strength waning fast; soon enough, it will all be over. And when that happens...when he finally takes her life...she will make sure that he pays. With interest.

Her eyes narrow as a plan begins to form in her mind. It's risky, foolish even, but what other choice does she have? She draws upon every last shred of strength remaining within her and lashes out, striking wildly at the survivor with flailing hands and feet. The force behind each blow is pathetic in comparison to what she once was, but perhaps it will be enough...

"Nnnnngh..." Hallveig struggles against his hold, her face flushing with humiliation and rage. She feels his tongue thrusting roughly into her mouth, tangling with hers as he forces her to taste herself on him. Her hair is pulled so tightly it hurts, adding to the sensory overload of pain and degradation that fills her every nerve ending. He's not letting up; if anything, he seems to be intensifying his assault. Her vision begins to blur around the edges as she struggles for air, desperately searching for some tiny sliver of control in this nightmare.

But there is none. She's completely at his mercy, and he knows it. Each rough kiss only serves to further stoke the inferno of her rage, burning brighter with every passing moment. Her chest heaves as she tries desperately to draw a breath through the crushing pressure on her throat, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. She's never felt so helpless, so powerless...and it's driving her mad.

With one final burst of strength, Hallveig tries to break free once more, thrashing wildly against the survivor. It does nothing; he only holds her tighter, grinding their hips together in a brutal display of dominance. She can feel his arousal pressing against her, taunting her with the knowledge that he's enjoying this...that he wants more. And as she looks up into those dark, hungry eyes, she realizes with a chill that runs down her spine that she may never escape this twisted game they're playing. He has no intentions of letting her go.

The combination of pain and humiliation is nearly too much to bear; Hallveig feels like her very sanity is slipping away with each rough kiss, each harsh grind against his hips. But still she fights, tearing at his shoulders with fingers that have lost all strength, kicking wildly at his legs in a desperate attempt to break free from this horrifying nightmare.

Her lungs burn for air as he continues to choke her mercilessly, forcing her into submission with the sheer force of his will and desire. She can feel herself growing weaker by the second, succumbing to the relentless onslaught of sensations that threaten to overwhelm her completely. And yet, deep down inside, there's still a spark of defiance left within her. A spark that refuses to be extinguished no matter how much he tries to grind it into oblivion.

"Let...me..." she gasps out between ragged breaths, each word more difficult than the last, "...go." Her voice is barely a whisper now, but it carries with it all the fury and determination that once made her invincible. Even as his lips move over hers in a brutal display of domination, she struggles against him, refusing to give in even as every fiber of her being screams for release.

But it's no use; he holds her fast, grinding their bodies together with an intensity that threatens to shatter her bones. And still, Hallveig fights on, despite the certainty that she is doomed to fail. For this survivor has stripped her of everything - her power, her pride, even her humanity - and yet somehow, miraculously, he has not won. Not yet...