"Hah… hah…" Nicholas gasped for air.
Instead of the mild blood stains on his clothes, he now looked as if he had been bathing in an ocean of blood.
He was covered in it from head to toe.
Even with Mira backing him up, he still felt heavily drained from the effort they had to exert.
'If this is the kind of trouble we're having, there's no telling how the other prodigies are faring… Only the top prodigies like us have the energy and strength to deal with these types of beasts, but even we probably won't last much longer. Just what is with these dire wolves?'
He glanced over at Mira, and her eyes had a glint of gold to them as she was fighting madly with a dire wolf.
After the first few wolves, she had let go completely.
In every stroke of her blade, she vented out every piece of anger and rage she had built up over her time on these damned floating islands.
