Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

[You lie on a cold stone slab.]

[You undergo a thorough examination by three rune priests.]

[You gradually regain your strength.]

[You remove your bear fur suit and change into a soft, gray robe.]

[You gaze down at the claw-like markings on the chest of your robe, as well as the symbol of the Space Wolves.]

[Your gaze turns once again to the wolf priest Ulrik.]

[From his words, you learn that:]

[Your body and soul have been granted permission to undergo the final trial.]

[Your will is worthy of the glory of the Space Wolves, even surpassing it...]

[At the same time, the wolf priest Ulrik offers an apology.]

[Due to his oversight, your arrival unexpectedly piqued the curiosity of a young pup in the Space Wolves.]

[Even though you survived the perilous trial of Morkai's Gate.]

[His reckless action of putting you in danger is unforgivable.]

[A Space Marine named Lucas will have all his honors stripped away and be sent back to the Blood Claws for further trials.]

[Your gaze falls on Lucas, whose dull yellow eyes are wide open.]

[You hesitate but say nothing.]

[You do not harbor resentment toward him and even thank Lucas for his impulsive action.]

[Without it, an outsider like you might never have had such an easy chance to join the Space Wolves.]

[In the sixth week, you taste freshly baked bread and slightly bitter barley wine for the first time.]

[You wolf down the soft bread, drinking the cold barley wine in large gulps.]

[You momentarily forget about the steaming, fragrant meats.]

[After some time of recovery,]

[Your physical and mental state has returned to peak condition.]

[You are led by the wolf priest Ulrik into a brightly lit hall.]

[Beneath a towering statue of the original form of the Space Wolves, the wolf king Leman Russ, a blazing fire rises from the wolf-head altar.]

[Several steel priests wearing metal masks surround you.]

[A heavy metal arm ring is placed around your arm, engraved with a wolf-head rune that gazes forward.]

[You have not yet figured out the meaning of this rune.]

[The solemn-faced wolf priest Ulrik slowly approaches, holding an ancient metal chalice from the burning altar.]

["This is a holy relic of the Space Wolves, the Ulfan Cup, once touched by Russ himself…" Ulrik's solemn voice echoes in the hall.]

["Mortal, if you wish to truly become a Space Wolf, you must drink the mead in this cup and receive the mark of Russ…"]

[The wolf priest Ulrik arrives before you, his wolf skull helm slightly lowered, gazing down at you.]

[You stare at the Ulfan Cup before you, which contains the primal and most deadly essence of the 'Wolf Spiral' within the genetic seeds, and take a slow breath.]

[You prepare yourself for what is to come.]

[As you listen to Ulrik recounting the history of the chalice, you carefully take the Ulfan Cup.]

[Without hesitation, you lift the chalice and drink eagerly.]

[You feel the mead, cold and as thin as water, constantly flowing into your body.]

[It is only when the Ulfan Cup is gently taken back from your hands by Ulrik that you stop drinking.]

[You look at Ulrik, puzzled.]

[You haven't felt any changes in your body.]

[Just as you were about to speak,]

[Suddenly, a violent transformation within you forces you to arch your back and let out a heart-wrenching, painful howl.]

[Every inch of your body undergoes intense changes.]

[Your pores burn, and your gums bleed with bright red blood.]

[Your eyes, like they've been pierced by a red-hot iron rod, constantly shed tears.]

[The scenes before your eyes blur and clear alternately.]

[The bones in your hands gradually enlarge, the skin becomes smoother and tighter, and even your nails grow thicker and sharper.]

[In fact, the changes in your body go far beyond your hands.]

[However, just as your consciousness begins to fade, and you desperately try to resist the rising bloodlust, struggling to stay awake,]

[Several steel priests approach again.]

[They insert metal probes into your body, continuously inspecting you.]

[Soon, the steel priests nod solemnly toward the wolf priest Ulrik.]

[Suddenly, Ulrik's deep, powerful voice cuts through your hazy consciousness and pierces deep into your mind.]

["Little pup, for Russ's sake, I hope you can endure… You will be thrown into the icy wastelands thousands of kilometers away. Only by finding your way back to the Wolf's Den will you have truly completed the trial… Otherwise, you will forever become a mindless werewolf!"]

[In a daze, you are placed into a metal coffin.]

[A delicate humanoid image appears above the coffin, showing a detailed map of your internal changes.]

[You close your eyes tightly, constantly resisting the fragmented thoughts that feel as if they are being torn apart.]

[A part of your mental will seems to transform into a brutal beast, continuously roaring in fury, wanting to devour everything in front of you.]

[You lose all sense of time and space.]

[When you gradually regain consciousness,]

[You find yourself in a snow-covered wilderness, the biting cold wind and snowflakes continuously assaulting your robe.]

[In the dark sky behind you, a roaring Thunderhawk transport slowly fades away.]

[You shake your heavy head, trying to restore your mind.]

[You endure the hunger gnawing within your body, barely able to discern the direction of the Wolf's Den.]

[Your eyes suddenly notice a group of Fenrisian elk several kilometers away.]

[You hear the faint sound of snowflakes rubbing together and the heavy sound of hooves striking the ground.]

[You smell the stench of the elk's fur and… the scent of blood and flesh.]

[You seem unable to control your endless thirst for blood and flesh.]

[You tilt your neck, now covered in thickening fur, and instinctively let out a mournful wolf howl.]

[However, at this moment, a large human hand, thick with knuckles and sharp at the fingertips, grabs your neck.]

[With a series of brutal punches, the transformation process is forcibly halted.]

[Amidst the howling snowstorm, a massive figure nearly four meters tall stands in the snow.]

[Behind him, it seems there is a slowly vanishing subspace rift.]

[The gigantic figure murmurs, holding your unconscious body, his low voice like the rumble of a volcano.]

["Young pup... your luck's a bit off today."]

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