People watched helplessly as the rotting Revenant vanished before their eyes with the aid of an invisible barrier and an inscribed spell formation.
Their inability to stop it did not mean this conflict was over.
Realizing that one Spellcaster had died beneath a sword and another lord had vanished on his own, the soldiers began to feel fear and retreat.
They looked around, gradually losing interest in fixing their gaze on the bloodied Dire Wolf before them as they began considering how to flee amid the chaos.
Seeing that defeat was certain, Woon was the first to throw down his weapon and raise both hands. "I surrender!"
But the Dire Wolf before him, with four tentacles growing from its body, still had no intention of sparing his life. The tips of its tentacles converged into a crimson spear, ready to pierce Woon's throat.
A broad giant hand seized the incoming tentacle. Shadow blocked the light before Woon's eyes as Little Baldy stepped between them and roared at the hesitant soldiers nearby, "Your leader has already abandoned you. Now, all of you, put down the weapons in your hands. As long as you surrender, we won't hurt anyone else!"
"Swamp bug! Nobody said they would be spared!"
The Dire Wolf whose tentacle he gripped transformed into a human shape, though the four tentacles still writhed eagerly beneath her dress. She did not remove the mask from her face, but Little Baldy could catch the fury in her eyes. "Those lying, faithless bastards don't deserve forgiveness! They hurt Malin, and they even wanted to hurt the other members of the Society—"
Little Baldy grabbed her shoulder and used her own tentacles to bind her tightly. "This isn't your call. We may have fought side by side for a while, but that doesn't