Chapter 226
The dark figure no longer felt the gaze as he floated back down, the view of the stars behind him disappearing as if it had never been there.
The window in the room the figure was in blew open as the figure vanished. Back on the battlefield, Robin was leaning on his harpoon for support when he felt a hand touch his shoulder followed by a whisper, "You did good. I am leaving. You can take care of the rest. You can have the armor and weapons; take it as an apology for putting you in your current state."
Raising his head to say something, Robin found no one behind him, but the coldness coming from his shoulder where he was touched assured him that everything was real.
That was the last straw for Robin. He let go of his weapon, falling to the ground as he laughed weakly, "We won."
The dark figure zoomed across the plain, matching Finn’s flying speed. Soon, the sight of the ever-cold side of the northern continent appeared before the figure.
Without hesitation, the figure rushed into this side of the continent, a place most humans found hard to endure. The winter wind blew the cloak covering the figure, pulling back the hood.
A werewolf with dark hair streaked with white took a deep breath of the cold air, smiling. Wulv grabbed the cloak covering him, absorbing it into his space.
His massive form stood out clearly in the surrounding snow-white world, a smile on his face. Howling to the sky, his form shifted as he turned into a wolf the size of a truck. His claws dug into the snow as he sprinted further into the distance.
Wulv was feeling a bit of a high from experiencing his first war. His people had never had any reason to be at war, so all these years, all he had done was play simulated war games with the soldiers under him.