"ARHOOOOOOOOOW!"
Ikaris and the other survivors were alarmed when they heard this shrill wolf howl. Their eyes all turned in the same direction.
"No, no, no! It came from the Last Saint Village side!" Malia cried out in anguish.
Swish!
The boy's blurred figure sprinted past her. Before he merged into the bushes the remaining survivors heard him shout,
"Go back and defend the village."
The terrified villagers did as they were told, running after him as they clutched their hatchets. Malia, Ezrog, and Nardor's eyes almost popped out of their heads at this sight, but the Oni and the dwarf soon followed suit. It was a compelling urge that came from deep within their souls.
