The next three days were painfully long and short at the same time. Lucen could never sleep fully at night, his nerves tightening with each passing hour. His dreams mostly consisted of torn flesh and yellow eyes flashing in the shadows.
Today marked the fourth day of battling the Bull wolves. They came early in the morning, but they were prepared for their arrival. The second wave had five Fiend wolves, one of which had fought dangerously close to Lucen.
He still couldn't look at Falgner without bowing his head in respect. He saved them from the sure death.
Something exploded behind him, dragging Lucen out of his thoughts. His mana sense caught a twirling storm of madness, blood and dust. He coughed. So much dust.
Blurry shapes of red tore across the battlefield. Anything their bodies collided with shattered. Loud howls and the frenzied screams of men split the air.
