Bab 73: Wall of Opposition

In a dense beast forest to the Natural Order Sect's back, an odd scene could be witnessed. A young man with long flowing white hair that almost glowed under the winter night's moon stood with a spear in his left hand. His right arm was firmly tied behind his back as he attacked the den of Dire Wolves before him.

By now, only the den's alpha remained. Its coarse black fur raising as it tried to intimidate the young man. Truth be told, it was at least 50% larger than a common horse. For the young man to remain unperturbed by its attempts was a shocking matter unto itself.

The young man's spear shot forward like a pillar of light. If one ignored the fact he still held it in his hands, it was almost possible to mistake it for a star shooting across the skies. Neither the wet snow beneath his feet, nor the cold, piercing night's wind seemed to affect his strength.

A roar of pain shook the dark forest as the den alpha suffered a blow to its glowing yellow eyes.