The small town could no longer hold.
Holding his longbow, Clark looked at the dense pack of wolves outside. He gritted his teeth, a look of deep pain on his face. Those damn demon beasts were already close to breaching the wall, and he felt utterly powerless against these creatures. He turned his head to his side, where his militiamen were already in a sorry state. Despite the protection of the wall, the black wolves' flames had still injured many, and these magic-infused flames were almost fatal to ordinary people!
"It's all over here."
