Bab 97: Killing Two Birds With One Stone

As the moonlit wolves lay defeated around them, Evan couldn't help but marvel at the prowess of Kalardix and his party. Their movements were like a finely choreographed dance, a symphony of grace, precision, and calculated strikes. Every step they took, every swing of their weapons, was executed with effortless perfection. It was as if they were born for this, born to battle these supernatural creatures.

Evan's eyes widened in amazement as he observed the group's seamless coordination. Their actions were not just impressive; they were mesmerizing. The way they handled the situation left him in awe, a newfound sense of security washing over him like a warm tide. In the presence of these formidable adventurers, the fear that had gripped his heart began to ebb away. They weren't just warriors; they were masters of their craft.