The night was dark, and a cold wind passed through the empty road, carrying the scent of blood, iron, and… death.
The road no longer looked like one.
It had become a battlefield.
And right now, it had become a graveyard.
Multiple corpses were scattered across the ground in a disordered, almost violent pattern, some staring blankly into the sky with horrified expressions.
Blood had spilled everywhere, spread across the road in dark, uneven patches, leaving dark stains, pooling beneath bodies.
But among the human corpses—
There was something else.
Beast corpses.
Multiple dire wolves, their bodies—half the size of the humans, along with one twice the size—lay lifelessly across the ground alongside the humans.
Their bodies tangled into the same mess of death, their forms more monstrous, yet just as lifeless as the others, along with a slightly larger, black-furred wolf among them all.
