A pack of wolves could be seen hunting in the forest. They had white fur and hunted after small prey, decorating the white snow on the ground with a crimson red. The prey that they were hunting were simply living happily when they saw all their families being hunted by giant wolves.
As this was happening, a sudden cry could be heard from one of the wolves. A sound that was louder and more authoritative than the others.
The other wolves in the area immediately heard this and turned their heads to see what had just happened. A medium-sized rock had just landed on one wolf, creating a wound that was leaking blood profusely.
The wolf that had been hit howled in anger and looked around to see what had just happened. On the horizon, he could see a glimpse of a figure running away. Upon seeing this, the wolf howled in anger, his eyes covered in fury and hate.
The wolf that had been hit was also the pack leader, and so without a second thought, he immediately rushed after the person that he saw. The other wolves saw this and also ran after the culprit; the entire pack gathered together to chase down and hunt whoever had done this.
The figure that they were chasing had incredible speed and knew the forest like the back of his head. Even though he wasn't faster than the wolves, with his incredible agility, he easily tricked the pack multiple times to keep gaining the upper hand on them.
Occasionally, he would throw another couple of rocks and stick back to provoke the wolves even further. The wolves howled in anger as they chased the culprit down. Eventually the wolves began to notice something weird.
The wind around them had changed; it felt a bit damper, and they could make out a faint light that was surrounding them. This light wasn't from the moon; rather, it was something else, something that they couldn't figure out with their limited intelligence.
Looking forward, they soon heard snarling and the sound of flesh being ripped apart in front of them. A sudden smell lingered in the air; the strong, sweet smell of blood rushed into their noses, creating this sense of unease within them.
The environment is also different from the rest of the forest. Instead of it being covered in white snow, it was not covered in a small pool of water. Below the water lay snow, yet the water didn't melt the snow but rather floated on top of it
The leader of this pack slowly went forward; his mind still clouded with naiveté, but this time he regained some rationality. As he approached the flashlight in front of them, he suddenly saw a figure descending on him.
Without a second though, he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding death. He could finally make out the figure that had just attacked him—a large wolf that was almost twice his size and stood intimidating above him.
The abnormal thing was that this wolf seemed to be made out of water, and the scary part was that there were even more of them rushing towards the pack. The leader of the pack immediately backed off and got into an attacking position.
Clouded by anger and hate, he immediately pounced on the wolves that were made of water in front of him. The group of wolves that he led also followed suit and immediately fought well. This soon became an all-out brawl.
On one side held ten wolves that were large and made out of water, but on the other side held a larger number of wolves and didn't necessarily have the same size. The fight soon became heated as the leader of the wolf pack landed an attack on the head of the calamity, cleaving its head clean off.
The leader of the wolves howled in joy and began to attack faster when suddenly something unexpected happened: the entire paw that he used to cut the wolves head off began to melt, and the claws themselves began to melt.
The bones and flesh that were on the wolf's body began to melt, creating blood that dripped on the water below. The wolf howled in pain as he backed up in fear. The other wolves saw this and began to back off, losing their fighting spirit after witnessing this moment.
The wolf that was made of water suddenly started to make weird noises, and its body was shifting awkwardly. The head that had once been cut off had suddenly regenerated. His other injuries were also healed, putting his in perfect condition
As they were backing up and trying to escape, the water wolves wouldn't simply let them off so easily. As the pack of wolves backed up, the wolves made of water chased after them relentlessly, making sure that they would die.
As they were making their escape, suddenly they quickly found something odd that was happening. The ten wolves that were originally chasing them had now been cut down to five, making the situation a lot better for them.
Soon another cry could be heard in the distance, shocking the original pack of wolves. Right now, more wolves have suddenly appeared in front of them. They surrounded the area, posing an intense threat to everybody.
Chaos soon emerged; you couldn't even make out the slight difference in the wolves anymore. Blood and corpses littered the water; the stench of blood lingered throughout the air. This scene was truly gruesome; it was nothing but a one-sided massacre, leaving nothing behind.
"Now we just have to wait; until the moment is right, the calamites are moving according to plan." Lorian thought to himself while he stood above, watching the chaos below unfold.
Lorian's clothes were soaked; traces of snow could still be seen upon his clothes. Lorian was the person who had started this massacre. From the beginning of this, Lorian had been thinking of a way to get inside the shack that was made out of water.
He couldn't lure the calamity wolves away; they were made to guard the Runic Land; they wouldn't leave the land for no reason. He also could not fight them; he was way too weak for that. He was only Rank 1, while they were all Rank 2. Not to mention they outnumbered him ten to one.
His only option left was to create a way to distract the calamites. The best idea that he had was to lure other wolf groups into this area. With the Calamites limited intelligence, they couldn't tell if a person was invading the Runic Land or simply wandering on it.
They would attack them regardless of what they were trying to do. This allowed Lorian to lure other wolf packs over here, letting the calamites take care of them. Lorian would keep doing this until each of the calamites were too distracted to notice him while he sneaked in.
Right now, everything was going according to plan; he had spent tons of time luring the wolves over here; this was his final attempt at achieving this goal. The sky around him had gotten slightly brighter, marking the appearance of dawn.
If this attempt failed, scouts and other Path Masters would most likely find this place, forcing Lorian to retreat and pushing Lorian into a dangerous situation. This was dangerous and risky, but it was also the best option he had.
Looking down, he could see the scene was becoming even more chaotic. At the very least, there were around a hundred wolves that surrounded this area. The calamites had each spread apart and were fighting around ten to twenty wolves at the same time.
"This is the best opportunity I have. Any more time waiting would allow the calamities to finish off their targets and notice me. I must grasp this opportunity and take it!"
After realizing that this was the best opportunity that he had, Lorian quickly dropped down from the tree, landing in the water below. The water was soft and slightly thick, making it harder to move around in.
Lorian gritted his teeth and ran forward with all his strength, doing his best to stay undercover and avoid any major catastrophes. With everyone being distraught, there was nobody that was left in his way.
Lorian approached the door of the shack, getting closer and closer; he could hear howls of pain and the sound of flesh being ripped apart around him. The water below was becoming a bigger pain to Lorian, slowing him down and preventing him from going at his full speed.
"So close, just a bit more..." Lorian thought to himself as he was only a couple of breaths away from the door. Everything was going perfectly; nothing had gone wrong; this was his final stretch to victory, just a moment longer!