Chapter 50: A great harvest
Despite being surrounded by wolves, Hex felt at ease. The wolves were at the Demon stage but it didn't matter.
Clang.
The wolves attacked using their claws and their fangs. It was impossible to block each attack but he never intended to do so.
The cloak shielded him from the attacks, leaving him to focus on killing the stronger ones in the pack first.
The lair of the wolves was indeed hidden as Althea had said. It lay in a narrow valley between two high mountain walls. The caves inside the walls served as their nesting ground.
The entrance of the valley was hidden behind bushes. The bushes were easy to navigate but worked well to conceal the surroundings.
Hex was focusing on controlling the energy he used to kill wolves. He tried to adjust it with each strike. His rapid rise in power levels caused his control over energy expenditure to decrease.
'Some of the sword strikes cut the wolves into two. Unless I intend to package meat, I don't need to use so much strength.'
The only technique the baron allowed Hex to train in was the bearhanded sword, which emphasized control above everything else.
The sword in Hex's hand never stopped. It swung left and right. Tens of wolves were killed. Now and then Hex would sneak toward the front.
The fight between the Fiend and Althea was destructive. The valley shook as thunderous sounds echoed through it, every time Althea struck her spear out.