Victus is a pack forged from the glistening edge of a sword. They are conquerors, wielders of fear, and enthusiasts of violence. To be Victus is to be the enemy of weakness in its many forms. Their strength relies on keeping bloodlines pure. Victus wolves do not run from their battles. The chorus of Victus rings in the harmonious battle cries echoed amongst the trees. It is the gnashing of teeth, snapping of air, striking first and without hesitation. They are the taunting laughter amongst the fog. These are battle-sworn wolves, children of the blade. Every new generation hand-picked and ensured to perform at their highest degree. They smile with teeth capped in blood. You are one of two things: an enemy of weakness, or an enemy of Victus.