I looked towards the source of the arrow and saw Lyra, her bow drawn and aimed at the remaining wolves.
"Keep fighting!" she yelled, her voice filled with encouragement.
I nodded, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I picked up the dagger from the ground, the blood on its blade a stark reminder of the danger we faced. The regeneration ability, a remnant of my demonic past, kicked in, healing the wounds on my hand.
The air crackled with tension as we closed in on the remaining wolves.
Grrrr! A low growl rumbled from their throats, a chilling prelude to the impending chaos.
Neuri, picked up a rock and hurled it at one of the wolves.
Thud! The rock, imbued with mana, flew through the air with surprising speed, striking the wolf.
"Above!" Ken shouted, his voice filled with urgency.
I looked up to find a whole pack of wolves descending from the sky, their eyes glinting with predatory intent.
