When Apollo and his warriors arrived at the border of the Faron Continent, the sight that welcomed them was chaos. A swath of trees had been knocked down, the ground was full of craters, and the earth itself had been torn apart.The scene made it easy to imagine just how fierce the battle had been.Despite his sinking heart, Apollo issued orders in a sharp voice. "Unit One, hunt down any remaining Rogues. Unit Two, follow me to treat the wounded… and to find her."The patrol members were injured to varying degrees—some severely, one had even lost an arm. When they saw the rescue team arrive, there were no smiles or relief, only grim, heavy expressions."Don't worry about us, Beta. Go… to the cliff base…" Angelo choked out, failing to finish his words.Not even the strongest werewolf could survive falling from such a great height—they would be crushed—never mind me, an Omega.Apollo's body visibly trembled, and his face turned ashen. He forced himself to stand firm, directing ever
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