Galen stepped out of the forest. Before him, the combined forces of Summer and Broken Crag fought with everything they had to hold back the invading fae and hybrid monsters.
He watched as a treant wrapped its roots around two wolves that let out pained cries as they were lifted into the air and swung around mercilessly.
In the other direction, two bats screeched at one of the Summer wolves, causing him to fall to his knees as the disorientation of both shrieks overwhelmed him.
And closest to the tree line, one of the frog creatures had pinned a soldier to the ground, piercing her shoulder with its needle-like tongue and proceeding to suck out her blood as she screamed below.
Galen growled and pulled the large black sword from his belt. He raised it in the air, and with his entire body, he swung at the frog, cutting through it like it was nothing. The beast fell to the ground in two large pieces, both still twitching as Galen ripped the tongue from the soldier’s shoulder.
