The wolf released one final, mournful howl as it succumbed to death. In response, the growls and howls of other wolves began to emanate from the darkness, their numbers gradually increasing, shattering the eerie silence.
"Crap, did it just summon more of them?" Roxxie exclaimed.
"Seems so, get ready," Ivan replied, firmly gripping his sword.
Masjid's hands began to glow with a magical circle, Lorson entered a martial arts stance, his limbs cloaked in a dark mist. Meanwhile, Aira pulled a bow from her inventory.
"You're an archer?" Ivan inquired.
"Yes, and a good one," Roxxie confidently replied.
"I find that a bit hard to believe," Ivan said skeptically.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past Ivan's head, embedding itself directly into the body of a wolf that was about to pounce on him.
"Oh," Ivan muttered, turning to see the arrow-stuck wolf.
"Well, go ahead, finish it," Roxxie instructed.
"You can't?" Ivan asked.
