Rise Of The Silver Wolf
Each time a fighter fell, the hole in our protection grew bigger, letting more monsters flow into the open area.
And the monsters seemed to be getting aware and growing in number after dropping. That was the most scary, spirit breaking sight. I saw bodies I had myself cut in two moving, remaking, and getting back up, their cuts closing right away. Others, once beaten, got up with a sudden, strange clearness in their eyes, their actions becoming more exact, more aimed. The foe wasn't just many; they were healing, changing, learning.
Bab Populer