334 Chapter 334: The elders

Zack's POV

The sun was nowhere to be seen, even when it was already mid-afternoon. The sky was filled with dark clouds, threatening to pour at any moment now. The cold wind of the mountains whirled through the place, making his hands cold from the low temperature. But Zack didn't shiver, neither did he seem bothered by any of it. 

His gaze was fixed on the graves of the fallen pack. Those who were cut down had already regenerated and were now treated by the monks in the nearby temple. Those who were unfortunate enough to be burned by the head witch's fire magic lay underneath the ground as charred carcasses.

All in all, the Lang pack was in a moment of crisis after what had happened. Zack watched the families of the dead leave the graveyard one by one, their eyes bloodshot with hours of crying and their head bowed in respect when they passed by him. But he didn't respond. His mind was fixed on the tombstone that lay in front of him.