The trenches fell into an eerie silence as the last Pressurefang Wolf collapsed onto the blood-soaked ground.
Its body lying motionless among the countless corpses scattered throughout the battlefield. The Alpha wolf, which had fought fiercely until the very end, was no different.
Its massive gray body remained buried beneath the shadow of the undead Horn Lizard King's enormous cudgel, while blood continued spreading across the muddy ground around it.
Now, not a single wolf remained standing.
The pack that had once ruled this twenty-kilometer-deep region had been completely wiped out.
The trench walls were stained with blood, while scattered pieces of rock continued falling from the damaged surfaces.
Even after the fighting stopped, the heavy atmosphere refused to dissipate.
The undead remained scattered throughout the trenches, their weapons still stained with blood as they stood among the fallen wolves.
