220 He Who Dwells In The Marshes

A mile away from the hometown of Amelia, the Titanic Green-Scaled Trollhound was slowly reforming its body. 

Currently, the only thing that it had regenerated was its head and neck area. Its muscle tissues pulsated like the beating of a heart as it continued to reconstruct its missing body parts. If someone were to see this scene, they would think that it would perfectly fit the setting of a horror film.

"So there you are," William said as he approached the two-meter long head while riding on Ella's back. 

Behind him were over five-hundred Trolhounds that looked like little puppies that had lost their Master. These were the ones that didn't run away after the battle ended. The majority of the hounds scattered after their leader was obliterated in the skies of the barony. William didn't bar their way because it was too much of a hassle.