Aftermath

The dawn broke over the town, casting a somber light on the aftermath of the wolf tide. Once pristine and white, the snow was now dyed a dark shade of crimson.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood. The once-sturdy walls now bore the marks of the beasts' relentless assault. The stones had cracked and splintered, smeared with the remnants of the fierce struggle.

Hundreds of beast corpses lay beyond the walls. Amidst them, one could even see the cold, lifeless bodies of dozens of mercenaries and Magi.

The same scene could be seen within the city walls. A large number of wolves had managed to break through the defense line, resulting in the slaughter of many powerless residents.

This time, the casualties were astronomical.

Magi rested atop the town wall, completely exhausted by the onslaught they had endured the whole night. Art, Aiden, and Eleiney stood among them, huddled together silently.