Lexus fought right by my side.
Prince Noah was a flash of blue and silver in the middle of the white storm. His royal Lycan speed was incredible. He darted between the burning tents, hi sword slicing through the enemy.
He was fighting fiercely to protect the innocent werewolf mothers and children.
"They're too many" a dark rogue screamed in terror from the back line.
Tyson’s army couldn't handle the overwhelming size of our new nation. They were outnumbered, outmatched, and crushed by our forces.
In just ten minutes of brutal, bloody fighting, the ground was covered in the dead bodies of Tyson's rogues, their dark blood staining the ground with red color.
They turned his back and ran away scattering like frightened rabbits.
"We won" a young warrior cheered loudly, lifting his blood
