Chapter 142 – Flames Against Flesh
The battlefield had thinned to silence, broken only by the clash of monsters. Most of the lesser orcs had scattered after the explosion and the Warlord's fury, leaving only their chieftain behind—towering, unyielding, and hungry for blood.
Ethan's soldiers had long since dissolved into motes of light, his mana stretched thin and exhausted. The female wolf staggered, her big body trembling, one foreleg mangled beyond proper use. Even if she felt no pain, the weight of her broken frame hindered her. The alpha alone stood strong, weaving in and out with predatory grace, darting in to rip and claw before the cleaver could fall. Ethan fought alongside it, blade flashing, his movements taut with exhaustion. Every dodge felt a heartbeat too late.
