Chapter 12: Help!
Creed pushed Lilith off his body, his face twisting in frustration as he scrambled to his feet.
"Damn it, Lilith!" he hissed, shaking off the lingering warmth of her soft wings.
His body still tingled from her touch, and worst of all, she had almost woken up his sleeping dragon.
Right outside the bastion.
In the middle of a damn battlefield!
Unacceptable!
As Lilith giggled, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction, Creed ignored her and turned his focus to the real prize.
The wolf's corpse.
Creed rushed over to the carcass, gripping his spear tightly as he prepared for the gruesome task ahead.
He had no time to waste. In the wilds, blood was a beacon.
The moment a dimensional beast died, the thick scent of its flesh and blood would start spreading through the air.