บท 505: Deadline

At the northern gates of Stratford, a large group of Magi had assembled, numbering close to thirty. In comparison, the mercenaries were twice as many.

Close to a hundred men and women had finished their preparations and were finally ready to depart for battle.

Their presence alone seemed to charge the air with an intense, palpable energy. The snow around them was untouched by frost as if their mere presence kept winter at bay.

The townspeople had also gathered, standing on either side of the main street, wishing words of encouragement and thanking the brave warriors for what they were about to do.

Stratford had been ravaged by the attack of the wolf tide once every month for more than half a year now. However, tonight all that would change.

Toward these people who had bravely stepped up to fight the demonic beasts, the townsfolk had nothing but admiration and respect.