The adventurers rushed forward, escaping the incoming wolfurn pack.
Max could already feel the dense energy signals heading their way. The pack was really serious about killing them.
They weren't going to waste more time.
Reith turned his head back and realized they had left the fighting area a long time ago.
Raising his gaze, he noticed he was still being held by the short girl. Her dark hair flowed in the warm wind.
Who was she?
The men arrived at a spot.
"Thank you, Minx," Max spoke to a short, elderly man, but Minx only nodded.
"Next time, try to work faster. I thought you were already at the agreed spot," Minx grumbled. Max could only chuckle.
The sun was going down, so Max looked back at the rest of the people. It was worthwhile to note that they hadn't lost anybody, even though there were some bad injuries.
"How's he coming along?" Max moved to a healer who was crouched beside a man. There was a large wound in the man's torso.
