ADOPT ME STORY

Chilling mystery

Silence. Cold. Tension in the air was stronger than waiting for a new update. It was deep night. The night was silent. But not for long.

Something moved in the middle of the icy wasteland. Eyes like two ice knives glowed in the darkness. ICE WOLF. King of the North. Alone - Undefeated - Invincible.

"Who dared to step on my territory?!!" he growled in a deep voice. He lifted his nose. The smell hung in the air. A stranger. An uninvited guest in his realm.

A second silhouette emerged from the bushes. Another Ice Wolf. "Bro, it's me. Calm down, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I AM the ghost!" barked the first wolf, shaking until snowflakes fell from him.

Suddenly – a branch snaps. Ice Wolf froze. He tensed his muscles. It was close! VERY CLOSE! A shadow appeared on the horizon. A tall figure, black as night.

"It's him," whispered the first wolf. "The chosen one. The one who will lead us." His sharp claws flashed in the moonlight.

The other wolf looked him over. "He's wearing sweatpants. Is that the famous warrior?"

The first wolf licked himself. "Look into his eyes. There's fire there."

The figure took a step forward. The fire blazed behind him, but his presence seemed to shatter space-time itself.

And then the man spoke: "Come with me. I will protect you for the rest of my life!"

The first Ice Wolf stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully. His eyes never left the warrior. And then—he knelt.

The second wolf gasped. "You... swear allegiance to him?"

The first Ice Wolf didn't answer. He didn't have to. He had already chosen. And then, without a word, the second wolf bowed as well. Both fell to their knees and swore allegiance.

And so a legend was born...

A legend about a player who controls the powers of cold and ice. About the wolves who serve him. About an adventure that... but what about you? Are you ready to become part of the wolf pack?

BUT... WAIT!!!, wait!!! This is not the end of the story...

And then... THE SOUND came. A deep, drawn-out howl like they had never heard before. But it wasn't from wolves.

The wolves weren't the only ones who woke up that night. What was coming was much bigger. Much darker. Eyes appeared among the trees in the mist. Red, glowing like embers in the ashes of a forgotten battle. There were dozens of them. No — hundreds.

The figure in black didn't look away. His voice was calm, but sharp as a sword. "Okay, boys... I need you to hold on!! Because now..."