Time passed like that.
Stretching.
Minutes began to blur as Lucian adapted, even going as far as using the corpses to protect himself—the ones that had been littered on the road in brutal states—shoving their lifeless bodies towards the wolves who came at him with wide snapping jaws.
Finally, he had to use the other bone daggers.
One by one.
And… just like the others, they were destroyed too.
Now, only one blade remained.
Lucian didn't take it out, keeping it in the inventory for now, as he fought with what he had right now.
A half-splintered dagger, jagged and chipped, stabbing it straight into another wolf's eyes, blinding it completely as the creature let out a sharp, pained howl, its body recoiling violently as dark blood spilt down its face.
Another wolf rushed at him.
But now—
Something was different.
Its movements… they were getting slower.
