Chapter 23: Boss Fight
As the last of the wolf horde fell, silence briefly returned to the battlefield—tense, waiting. The clearing had been transformed, scorched and cratered by spellfire. Smoking holes pocked the ground like miniature impact craters, the shattered terrain forming their own version of no man's land—created not over hours, but in seconds.
From the elevated watch platforms, students stood frozen, scanning the treeline. Their hands still buzzed with residual magic, but no one fired. The wolf lord loomed in the distance—its massive silhouette moving just out of range, too far for even long-range spells to reach from their current elevation.
"Toughen up, everyone! Guess it's our turn to have some fun!"
Silas's voice rang across the clearing, loud and clear—half challenge, half thrill.
"And the rest of you—focus on buffs!"
He added, as if tossing the remark over his shoulder.
Below, his boots began to shimmer. Sparks danced around his soles like fireflies drunk on mana, crackling with unstable energy.
"Ground troops! Forward!"
He shouted, grinning wildly.