Chapitre 47: Hundreds of wolves?

It was quiet and calm, so quiet that the only sound heard was the cracking sound of wood set ablaze and the whistling of air wheezing through lonely alleys.

Each guild member walked their separate ways as they ventured around what seemed to be a deserted land. All sorts of unsightly scenes were all over the place: people's heads separated from their bodies, bodies that were in half, those that were already eaten and dumped halfway, guts, and intestines with the paints of blood littered everywhere.

"This is terrible," a young girl said, holding her mouth.

"I expected as much. These are wolves we are dealing with, and to make matters worse, they are trail wolves. I'd rather fight five wild wolves than a single trail," a middle-aged man explained.

"But this is just too much," the girl added again.

"Little girl, if you think we came here for vacation, it's better you leave now," another man entered the conversation.

"But…!" The girl kept quiet.