Erasing

Wells stared in shock as Death's Howl was sent flying. Just as he thought he was going to die, but didn't immediately, his powerful survival instinct reasserted control of his brain. He gripped the grass with both hands, crawling rapidly like a two-legged lizard.

Hearing the roars from behind him, Wells didn't dare stop for a moment, despite his curiosity about what was happening, due to the pain in his right leg.

He was finally thrown by the blast wave in a massive explosion and slammed into a rock dozens of meters away. The pain throughout his body made Wells give up struggling. He raised his head with difficulty, looking at the battlefield with his remaining right eye.

The next moment, the dying Wells finally saw what had happened.

A woman floating in the sky was relentlessly attacking the giant wolf below, her fireballs constantly striking Death's Howl. It was just like the alchemist's trinkets he'd bought for Paimon when he was little, but seeing the giant wolf constantly retreating, the fireballs were clearly far more destructive than those alchemist's fireworks.

Looking at Death's Howl roaring at her from below, she frowned and pointed a slender finger at the giant wolf.

"Disappear, you ugly thing!"

Death's Howl, lying on the ground, looked up in terror at the human girl floating above it. The bone spurs on its back had already been broken under the girl's attacks, and large and small holes were constantly leaking black, viscous blood.

The beast's instincts screamed at it to flee with its tail between its legs, but the voices constantly echoing in its mind were like nails, pinning the giant wolf to the ground. Its magma-like eyes revealed intense fear and an equally intense killing intent.

Ultimately, the killing intent overpowered its beastly instincts. The battered Death's Howl began to inflate rapidly like a balloon being filled with air. The black smoke that had been emanating from it now receded inward.

The expected explosion came, but it wasn't the giant wolf that exploded.

Several beams of light instantly pierced the giant wolf's body. Like the shoddy, cheap umbrellas sold by unscrupulous merchants, they accomplished nothing. The inflating giant wolf swelled for a moment before returning to its original state.

Death's Howl, barely clinging to life, lay limply on the ground, its black and white eyes pleadingly looking up at the girl still above it.

However, there was no change in emotion in the girl's pale purple eyes. She clenched her right hand tightly towards the giant wolf below, and Death's Howl, like a puddle of mud, splattered into pieces all around.

"Watch your formations, watch your formations, don't go in alone."

Havent faced a black smoke Wind Wolf alone, his longsword in hand, while the remaining five or six mercenaries faced another black smoke Wind Wolf with their weapons.

"Paimon! Paimon! Pick up your weapon, pick up your weapon!"

Havent shouted anxiously from Paimon's side. Paimon, battered by repeated blows, knelt silently before Baki's corpse, tears streaming down like a brook.

"Paimon, we have to kill these two beasts, or more people will die."

Paimon, kneeling on the ground, fumbled for the handaxe in Baki's hand, stood up, and walked to Havent's side, glaring fiercely at the black smoke Wind Wolf that had killed Baki.

"Will, kill it! Avenge Uncle Baki!"

The two youths exchanged glances and charged forward, weapons in hand. Paimon's eyes held no fear, only infinite hatred as he attacked the black smoke Wind Wolf.

However, the youths' brave charge couldn't overcome the difference in strength. The Wind Wolf easily dodged Paimon's cleave, opening its maw to bite at Paimon's neck.

Havent, who was right beside Paimon, quickly swung his longsword at the Wind Wolf's neck. The injured Wind Wolf whimpered and retreated to the side, baring its teeth and snarling at the two. Wounds on its neck slowly bled a dark red.

Seeing that his forceful strike had only managed to scratch the black smoke Wind Wolf's fur, Havent frowned, preparing to use his abilities and plan an escape route. He glanced at Paimon, whose eyes were red, and shook his head. Abandoning a friend felt rather shameful.

Just as Havent hesitated about whether to knock Paimon out and take him away, a bright light flared, as if the sun had suddenly appeared.

As Havent wondered what was happening, the black smoke Wind Wolf in front of him convulsed violently. Large amounts of black smoke billowed out from its body, quickly enveloping it.

Witnessing the scene, Havent pulled Paimon, who was still trying to swing his axe, backward. A strong sense of unease welled up within him, reminiscent of when he thought he was about to be killed by the Demon Dragon in Baiman City.

Just then, several violent explosions rang out in the distance, drawing Havent's attention. A ball of light rapidly flew towards the encampment. Only when the light stopped in the air above the camp did Havent see that it was a human girl.

Havent, gripping his longsword, stood in the open space, staring blankly at the girl in mid-air. As the girl slowly raised her arm and extended her palm towards the camp, countless searing white fireballs erupted from a magic circle formed by her palm.

The searing white fireballs shot down towards the Wind Wolves shrouded in black smoke below. Blazing flames erupted within the camp. The girl turned her head to survey the area below, confirming there were no stragglers.

As the girl slowly floated towards him, Havent was stunned. Her pure silver, straight hair shimmered dazzlingly under the moonlight. Her pale purple eyes scanned the survivors below, and her light blue witch's dress gave her a faintly cool aura.

Watching her raise her hand and throw two searing white fireballs to ignite the Wind Wolves enveloped in black smoke, Havent couldn't help but murmur.

The girl's ears twitched, as if she'd heard Havent's words. She turned and slowly floated over, stopping in front of Havent. After observing him for a moment with her pale purple eyes, she suddenly leaned in and wrinkled her small nose, sniffing.

While Havent stood there bewildered, the girl uttered a nonsensical sentence and then flew away with a whoosh. Watching the girl disappear into the night sky, Havent slumped onto the ground.

With Death's Howl and all the Wind Wolves eliminated, the remaining wild wolves scattered. The survivors stood frozen in place. After a long while, the mercenaries, realizing they had survived, collapsed onto the ground. Some embraced each other, weeping.

"Let's go, let's go see how Uncle Wells is doing."

After resting on the ground for a while, Havent stood up, patted Paimon on the back, and the two of them, dragging their exhausted bodies, walked out of the camp. After searching for a while longer, they finally found Wells leaning against a rock about five hundred meters from the camp.

Leaning against the rock, Wells saw the two youths approaching from a distance and closed his eyes with relief.