Wolf howls rang out one after another, rolling on endlessly like the tide.
Everyone who heard those howls shuddered.
There were simply too many wolves howling.
Their limited imaginations had never conjured up so many wolves.
Let alone imagined hearing them with their own ears.
As for seeing them in person?
Believe me, no one wanted to witness such a tide of wolves.
They would be devoured without so much as a bone left.
Inside Thunder Fortress, the captive Steppe People had been lying listlessly on the ground. But when they heard those howls, they struggled to their feet, one after another, and looked toward their source: Lerdri.
"Our god!"
"Our god is crying out!"
"Our god hasn't abandoned us!"
Their cheers swept away their despair and numbness.
They dropped to their knees, one after another.
They celebrated in their own way.
The guards stationed outside the prison camp, meanwhile, braced themselves as though facing a formidable enemy.
They feared the prisoners would riot.
But events did not take a turn for the worst. Aside from celebrating, the prisoners did nothing else.
The Warren soldiers guarding them breathed a sigh of relief.
Before long, however, they looked north with worry in their eyes.
The wolf howls were still traveling onward.
The Steppe lay there!
It was the pastureland and homeland of the Steppe People.
Although the Steppe People had just been routed, what might happen with those howls ringing out?
No one knew.
Or rather, no one dared speculate.
Rock, a wizard trained by the Warren Royal House, summoned a messenger with a grave expression.
"Go inform His Majesty and His Highness of what has happened here."
"Yes, sir."
The messenger nodded and immediately rode away.
Watching the messenger depart, Rock looked north again.
"Warren, plagued by one calamity after