The Battle 24.1

The silence of the night was suffocating. Not a sound was to be heard. The nocturnal creatures that usually chirp merrily were nowhere to be seen, as if they were hiding, sensing the tension that was spreading everywhere.

The clouds moved slowly. Their flow seemed to have stopped, perhaps waiting for the inevitable collision, bracing themselves for whatever might unfold.

The wind blew fiercely, rustling through the leafless branches, carrying a chilling aura that enveloped the entire area.

Above all, a full moon hung low in the dark sky, its presence a silent witness, staring coldly down at the two large packs facing each other on the battlefield.

The Frostholm pack stood firm on the north side, their ranks tight and determined. Their sharp eyes stared ahead, fixed on the enemies who had caused them so much pain and suffering for so many years.

Usher personally led the Frostholm Pack, standing at the front with a straight posture and eyes full of determ