The distant sound of horses' hooves still echoed as it was drowned out by the rain that continued to fall heavily.
Adam coughed up blood as he felt his mana running out, and Lucas, with the reinforcements, still hadn't arrived.
With a somewhat lost look, he saw that the few soldiers who had stayed behind were fighting the rank I monsters that had returned.
The wolf walked toward him slowly.
A predator who knew his prey was wounded.
Adam spat blood again.
Damn, to think I'd be so close to death again.
The rain washed away the crimson trail before it touched the ground.
Now he couldn't exchange blows or block; all that was left was to buy a little more time.
So he decided to use all his remaining mana and disappeared again in a dark burst.
The wolf charged.
Adam didn't attack it; he just focused on dodging each of its attacks.
A claw was about to reach him, and he rolled on the ground, but a sharp pain ran through his torso with every movement.
