Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe C.476: Casualties

Shadows danced and swirled, creating an almost hypnotic pattern on the snow-covered ground of the Weeping Woods.

Amid this spectral glow, stood a sinister werewolf, its bloodthirsty eyes gleaming with malevolence. Standing still as a statue, the werewolf's fur, a mixture of dark gray and black, blended seamlessly with the darkness.

Around him, the forest was alive with the restless movement of the wolves. They moved with purpose, their eyes reflecting the light of the full moons as they cast furtive glances toward their master.

With every subtle gesture, the werewolf manipulated the horde of wolves, directing their movements with almost supernatural precision.

Only one directive echoed inside the mind of this creature - slaughter the residents of Stratford and dye the land with their blood!

The werewolf suddenly raised its claw hand, causing the wolves around him to tremble every so slightly, their ears pricking in unison.

A low, guttural growl escaped the werewolf's maws, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very ground. The wolves responded immediately, preparing for the next wave of attack.

The werewolf's growl grew louder, a resonant and commanding tone that left no room for disobedience. Following that, wave after wave of wolves rushed toward the town wall in a suicidal charge.

As the pack left the forest, the werewolf remained partially hidden among the trees, its eyes never leaving the town beyond the tree line.

The werewolf's lips curled up into a cold smile, revealing his sharp and glistening fangs. His mind continued to be assaulted with the same thoughts ever since he had been turned.

Lift... the curse...

Stratford... ritual...

Blood moons...

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew and the surroundings eerily quietened down. A chill crawled up the wolf's spine and his enhanced senses warned him of the immediate danger to come.

However, he could hear or see nothing in the vicinity. Then, all of a sudden, his nose twitched and he could smell the stench of a human closing in on him.

But it was too late.

A figure dressed in black suddenly emerged from the darkness in front of him, his movements were concealed and so was his presence.

The werewolf's eyes flashed with immense horror as he saw the young man with raven hair reach out toward him with his shadowy claw.

SPLURT!

Adam's hand pierced the werewolf's chest and viciously grabbed his still-beating heart. He coldly gazed at the creature standing in shock before him.

"At the last moment, you could still smell my scent, huh?" The youth asked with raised eyebrows. "Hmm, as expected of a werewolf, I suppose."

The next moment, his jet-black eyes flashed with a cold light and he ruthlessly clenched the creature's heart.

The werewolf spurted out a mouthful of blood as his body trembled. His legs gave in and he listlessly fell to the ground.

Adam yanked the destroyed heart out of the werewolf's body and indifferently gazed at the latter. But a moment later, he was taken aback.

In the werewolf's eyes, he could see insanity, but at the same time, he could also see traces of relief.

The werewolf opened its mouth and it seemed that he was about to say something, but the light in his eyes soon dimmed and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Adam stood there motionlessly, gazing at the cold corpse with complicated emotions. "What was that just now?" He muttered under his breath.

The enormous pack of wolves that had been surrounding the werewolf earlier suddenly saw their master getting murdered and were astonished. Then, they were overcome by immense anger and bloodlust as they charged toward Adam.

"Hmph!" Adam stomped on the ground and a magic circle lit up underneath his foot.

Rank 1 Spell: Mold Earth!

Instantly, dozens of spikes emerged from the ground and impaled the wolves. The beasts struggled intensely, but it was meaningless. Within a few moments, they were dead.

Adam didn't wait longer for the rest of the wolves to pounce at him. His shadows wrapped around him and he vanished.

However, before leaving, he didn't forget to put away the werewolf's corpse inside his earring.

...

Despite the town's defenses and the valiant efforts of the mercenaries and the Magi, the wolves' numbers seemed inexhaustible. They clawed and climbed over each other, forming living ladders to climb the wall.

The defenders fought with everything they had, but the wolves' sheer determination, numbers, and bloodlust pressed them hard.

For some reason, the Magi felt that the beasts were strangely aggressive that night. This was something that hadn't happened in the previous beast tides. It definitely took them by surprise.

As a result, there were significant casualties. On many occasions, the wolves even managed to burst through their defenses and wreak havoc inside the town. This resulted in several residents dying a gruesome death.

The night grew colder, and the snow fell thicker. The twin moons, Selene and Luna, gradually glided across the night sky and slowly dipped toward the horizon.

By the time Adam had returned to the town, he had already managed to slay another werewolf that was hiding deep within the Weeping Woods.

As he gently landed on the spire of the public library, he gazed at the battle that was still fiercely raging on beyond the town wall.

Those two werewolves should be the only ones commanding the wolves tonight. I've searched everywhere else in the vicinity, but couldn't find another, he thought to himself.

But he found it very strange that their deaths caused these beasts to go even more berserk. He assumed that the wolves would stop attacking the town once the werewolves commanding them had died. But it seemed that he was mistaken.

As dawn finally arrived, the sky was bathed in bright orange hues. The wolves receded like the tide, allowing the defenders of the town to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the casualties this time were tremendous. They hadn't expected things to become

so dire.

Adam looked around at the state of the town and could see corpses of wolves and the residents littering the streets. It seemed that many wolves had managed to infiltrate the town and break into homes.

Seeing streams of blood flowing through the streets, Adam couldn't help but sigh.

Even if I killed those two werewolves, causing the wolves to turn even more frenzied, the defense line must've been pathetically weak for so many of the wolves to break through...

Just what were the Mayor and the town council thinking? Idiots! Do they not know how to set up a

proper perimeter line? It's almost as if they wanted the wolves to breach the wall, the youth

wondered in exasperation.

Suddenly, through his Sphere of Resonance, he noticed something very unusual. He immediately landed on the ground and walked toward a nearby corpse.

What he noticed, caused his pupils to constrict. Although it was very inconspicuous, Adam

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could clearly see it.

The blood was slowly being sucked deep into the ground!