----Wriggle.
The thick stench of blood in the air was nauseating.
A blood-covered arm reached out from a collapsed wooden house in Kahn Base. Peter, captain of the Swords of Darkness, felt his hazy consciousness like a stone sunk beneath the water.
Pain!
Powerlessness!
Weakness flooded through his entire body.
Relying on his last shred of willpower, Captain Peter opened his eyes. The moment he regained consciousness, aside from the shock that he had not died, there was even more irrepressible fear. He pricked up his ears but heard no more screams or monsters' low growls.
The moonlight was deathly pale.
"Haah—haah—"
Captain Peter panted heavily and shoved aside the wreckage of the wooden house on top of him. Like an evil spirit, he crawled out of the ruins, only to see Kahn Base littered with corpses.
"The... the monsters are gone."
"Dyne—Lukrut—"
Captain Peter's vision blurred as he muttered the names of his dead companions. Every breath sent tearing pain through him because of his broken ribs. "I have to... have to hurry and notify the Adventurer's Guild."
Staggering to his feet, Captain Peter dragged his severely wounded body toward E-Rantel, gritting his teeth.
A dark cloud covered the crescent moon overhead.
In a daze.
A small figure appeared out of thin air atop a lush, verdant tree—or perhaps she had been there all along.
"Phew!"
Aura raised a hand and wiped away sweat that did not exist from her forehead, letting out a breath. "Good thing he didn't die. I deliberately weakened the Taurus Dragonkin's attack when I told it to strike. Knocking him unconscious should have been enough, but he really is too weak~"
"He's badly hurt. Do you think he'll run into danger on the way?"
As she spoke to herself.
A massive jet-black wolf with