The corrupted wolf pack kept howling, summoning more of their kin. One after another, wolves emerged from the darkness until Nightfall Raindrop's group was completely surrounded. If this had been inside a dungeon, the sheer number of wolves would have wiped out any party in an instant.
But out here in the open wilderness, the wolves couldn't pile on top of each other. Their scattered formation only allowed their numbers to swell gradually—slow enough that the Orc faction players could fight for a while, but not enough to overcome the growing horde.
As the minutes dragged on, the Orcs' healers ran dry on mana. One by one, the frontliners fell. Then the rest followed.
When the last Orc dropped, the summoned wolves didn't vanish. Instead, they prowled around the small battlefield, fangs bared and ears twitching, as if waiting for the next unlucky player to stumble into their territory. Only a single corrupted wolf broke away, loping off into the distance.
