A wave of fur, claws and teeth tore through the silence. Muna was now barely able to keep up, and the wolves were flooding out in numbers.
Her lion echo slammed into three wolves at once, making use of its feral strength.
Her surviving wolf echoes were of the same rank as the demon wolves and had sustained serious injuries.
Meanwhile, there was bloodlust all around Muna. She had really tried.
She must be losing mana fast, since that was what she used to sustain the strength of her echoes.
"Mobix!" she screamed my name. "Please, help!"
Muna, who never solicits help, did.
And since she asked, there was only one way I could help.
I darted forward, towards the battle forefront.
Their clash had been chaotic – fangs, claws, and Muna's magic bursting in violent rhythm against the demon wolves. Yet, there was much strength in more numbers.
"Muna, take your echoes and take cover behind me," I said, feeling like a protector.
