The subdued soldier paid no heed to the dagger's sharp edge. He let it slice his throat open as he hurled himself at Valen.
"Sir, watch out!"
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
Valen's adjutant shouted a warning.
Wiley gave chase again, slashing repeatedly with his dagger and leaving wound after wound across the soldier's back.
But it was utterly useless.
The soldier seemed to have lost all sense of pain and continued lunging at Valen.
Everyone watched anxiously as the soldier drew closer to Valen, his wounded back and slit throat making him look all the more hideous.
Whoosh!
Another arrow tore through the air.
Bru's arrow struck the soldier squarely in the chest and pierced clean through.
But just like the wound to his throat...
The fatal wound to his chest failed to kill him.
Instead, the pain drove him to roar repeatedly.
Thick fur began sprouting from his limbs, and his human hands transformed into wolf claws.
Sharp and deadly.
"Wolf plague?!"
Valen's heart sank at the sight of the transformation.
As a major in Burning Dawn, Valen knew very well what had happened to Burning Dawn recently. He had even taken part in some of the operations.
So Valen knew he could no longer rely on anyone else.
He could only rely on himself.
Huff!
Valen took a deep breath, drawing in his protruding belly slightly. He clenched his fists, muscles bunching along his thick arms and lending the bearded, middle-aged man an air of formidable strength.
But before Valen could throw a punch, Snak stepped in front of him.
The Twin Swordsman watched the charging half-human, half-wolf monster with cold arrogance and drew the longswords at his waist, his movements seemingly slow but actually swift.
The cold gleam of the two longswords complemented the