BACHUÉ:
Corpses everywhere. There were dead bodies everywhere. They were all from the troops from the south and from the Marlaga Islands.
Sparion, general of the Wolf King's army, climbed to the top of the castle and shouted:
"The Kristala is ours!!!"
Thousands of voices shouted with joy and excitement. Others applauded, others cried. For two centuries they dreamed of retaking the North. Their ancestors didn't make it, so each generation hoped to be the one to finally fulfill the ultimate dream.
Hopes seemed dashed when the Wolf King died fifty years ago. The dire wolves lost motivation and only survived, holding off the attacks against them, but never intending to go further and take the Kristala.
I entered the castle and there were still hundreds of refugees. They looked at me with curiosity and fear. Thousands of wolves surrounded them.
"Don't be afraid," I told them, "we have not come to harm you."
