The battlefield at Kerim Fortress was already raging. Whether it was the soldiers, holding back the savage gnolls under the leadership of the giant serpents and machines, or the Golds, joining forces to resist the demigods and Chosen, the fighting on both sides had reached a point of no return.
Compared to the soldiers' grinding struggle and counterattacks, the battle raging around Old Su was clearly more brutal.
Ten minutes ago, General Yevgeny of the Great Wilderness Legion had his head smashed in by Huggerson. Five minutes ago, seven Winterwolf Sword Saints and a Wolf Calamity Lord had died together. Three minutes ago, Grand Duchess Shani had been struck head-on by the frenzied Silver Wolf and sent crashing into the snow-covered ruins, her fate unknown.
Of course, Shani's grievous injuries had triggered her bizarre yet powerful Golden Law, "Haunted by Ghosts." An assassin's shadow, composed entirely of blood-red darkness, began tormenting the demigod, disturbing her both mentally and physically. This gave Eris, the Black Winterwolf, a desperately needed chance to catch her breath.
Eris, who had been exiled as a child to the snowfields of the Great Wilderness, the Endless Winter, had grown up remarkably well.
Even without the wolf pack's trials, it had relied on its exceptional talent to become an existence no less powerful than a Wolf Calamity Lord. Within the material world, it could be counted among the very highest tier of life.
But that achievement was nothing compared to Hellsong's demigod realm, forged and surpassed through countless real battles.
Eris had made a flashy entrance and thrown down a challenge, only to be brutally beaten by the Silver Wolf.
If it hadn't inherited Old Su's battle instincts and talent for mastering the polar winter and intangible shadows, and if Triss hadn't constantly used her own temporal