Chapter 40: Supervising the Battle!

As dawn cracked over the horizon, the brisk morning air in Bruce's realm buzzed with an unusual tension. In the northern woods, a gritty scene was unfolding, a life-and-death struggle commanded by the formidable Sansham. He was not just any Cyclops; he was Bruce's right hand, tasked with a crucial hunt to feed his master who had just awakened from a deep slumber.

The territory, usually tranquil, echoed with the guttural growls and sharp snarls of battle. Sansham and his elite squad of five other Cyclops, along with a wild boar and a werewolf, ventured into the domain of the ferocious wolves, a territory notorious for its peril. These wolves were no ordinary beasts; they were wind-attribute monsters, agile, with claws as sharp as the most refined blades. Known for their ferocity, even the formidable two-winged devil tigers dared not linger in their presence.