People fought against monsters and other creatures that sought destruction and devouring, but that did not mean that people were allies.
No one but humans knew how to so effectively kill other humans. In this, they were unmatched among beasts and monsters alike.
This was not because humans were bloodthirsty creatures devoid of mind, the reason was quite the opposite.
A cold wind swept across the Desolate Meadow, brought by the deep night to accompany the dead on their final journey.
Among the dozens of people who came here to take part in the Thunder of Four Howls, only six remained alive.
Recently, there have been two more.
"Agh..." Loena exhaled cold breath, while blood dripped from her sleeves.
The last two participants stood before her — cut to pieces, brutally but neatly. Loena knew how to wield a sword to bring death quickly and quietly.
Her opponents could not be called weak. Like her, they were First Rank Carriers and survived to this stage, but they had no hope.
