The Mad Dog of the Duke's Estate

It had been four days since the battle began.

For Aileen's elves, those days had been nothing short of hell. The eastern outer wall of Aileen had fallen to the dark elves, and through the breach, enemy forces were pouring into the city.

The only consolation was that the inner walls still held.

Kyaaah!

"Leang!" one of the elves called out.

"Aaargh!"

Yukal, a member of Aileen's guard, gathered what little mana he had left and unleashed flames upon the demonic monsters. He felt as if he could collapse at any moment. His muscles screamed in agony, and yet the enemy came in endless waves.

There was no hope. Yukal, and every elf still fighting, knew this place would become their grave.

And yet, they fought.

Boom!

The fireball Yukal summoned engulfed a beast that resembled a wolf, reducing it to ashes. But it was too late to save his comrade, who had already been mauled.