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Warhounds

Across the moonlit wastelands, Warhound bikers howl at the skies, engines growling in reply. They hunt in packs for Quicksilver, liquid moonlight that fuels their chrome-plated machines and imbues them with monstrous power. When rival hunts collide, the desert erupts in claws and sparks—until only one pack lives to howl again.