Luke arrived within a few minutes of appearing at the outskirts of Snowpeak Station, its flag visible to the distance. But just before he set foot on the approach, his finely attuned senses put him on guard.
A scalding musket of flame flew toward him from behind. Luke pivoted with panther-like grace, missing the attack by a hair's breadth. He narrowed his eyes when two dozen fire-red wolves emerged from the brush, each with a burning conglomerate of flames on its head as the snarls sent shivers down the forest.
"Fire Demon Wolves," Luke muttered, considering their size and strength. General Class, eight meters tall or so.
The leading wolf snarled, and the musket glowed brighter as it prepared to launch another attack. Luke's eyes turned cold. "Do you think you can challenge me?"
