Chapitre 566: Call To arms!

In the heart of the city of Milk and Honey, under the silvery glow of the moon, a group of extraordinary beings gathered. These were the Giant Shadow Werewolves, their fur as white as snow, adorned in gleaming silver armor that shone like stars in the sky. 

At their helm stood their commander, a towering Werewolf with eyes ablaze. This was the head guard of the city. Tonight, they ventured beyond the safety of their walls, into the desolate wasteland that stretched out like a sea of shadows, to face the impending army of undead horrors.

The Guard commander stepped forward, his eyes scanned through his surroundings looking at the faces of each Werewolf guard before him. 

These were the best of the best that City could provide at this time. Each one of them was at the early stages of the deep demon realm.