Chapter 138 – The Black Smoke of the Dead
Ethan wasted no time. With a swift motion, he stored the four orc corpses into his inventory, and the group dashed toward the direction of the echoing cries hidden within the forest's thick cover.
Branches whipped past their faces as they ran, boots crushing dead leaves and roots. Soon, the coppery tang of blood reached Ethan's nose, sharp and heavy, mingling with the damp, earthy scent of the woods.
When they broke into a clearing, the scene stopped them cold.
Two massive black-furred wolves lay sprawled on the ground, their hulking bodies riddled with savage cuts. Around them were the mangled corpses of eight smaller, greyish wolves, each bearing deep claw marks and hacked-open wounds. The stench of iron and rot hung in the air. It wasn't just death—it was brutality.
And beyond the massacre…
