Chapter 22: Taking the Princesses out
The foul smell of blood and corpses hung in the air like a miasma. All around the arena, multiple still bodies of the night wolves were strewn around.
Some were missing heads, some had been split in half while others had most likely bled to death.
Standing in the bloody macabre was none other than Wise. He had a bloody scratch on his face, a gift from the night wolf alpha and in his hands the shadows there slowly retreating.
’I have a lot to learn.’
Although Daphne’s ability was the one he had the longest, he had not practiced nearly enough to hone his skills.
This world had far bigger threats than the night wolves and he would have to prepare for the time they would inevitably come.
Taryn emerged from the shadow barrier she had been placed in only to be greeted by the gory sight.
Her eyes searched the arena in haste, trying to locate Wise and confirm that he was still alive.
Once her green eyes landed on him, relief flooded it in an instant.
Wise walked up to her and placed her hand across his shoulder. She had lost her spear sometime during the battle so walking without it was bound would be difficult.
It was then Taryn noticed the injury on his face. She reached out to it and her expression softened. "Are you okay?"