The great silver wolf moved slowly forward, each step sinking several inches into the mud.
The rain slid off its long, silvery fur, but it did not dampen the unnatural glow emanating from its body. Its eyes, a pale, almost translucent blue, fixed directly on Adam.
Adam felt it.
The pressure fell on his shoulders like an invisible mountain.
The soldiers behind him began to instinctively retreat.
"D-defensive formation..." one muttered.
Adam slowly raised his sword.
He couldn't defeat it. It wasn't a monster that could be defeated by numbers alone, let alone soldiers, who lacked mana... but he couldn't afford to retreat either.
Behind those walls were too many defenseless people who would die instantly.
It seems that moment has come...
Adam took a deep breath and pointed without taking his eyes off the monster.
"You! Take four men and run to the east wall. Tell Lucas we need immediate reinforcements. Now! And the rest of you evacuate all civilians in the vicinity."
