"Awooo!"
Late at night, a long, distant howl rang out. Farolynch, who had already lain down in bed with the others, opened his eyes at once.
There could not possibly be a wolf pack this close to a large city like Dover, so the howl had most likely come from a Werewolf.
Farolynch did not know whether it was aimed at him, but the pursuers would presumably realize sooner or later that they were hiding in the city.
"Awooo! Awoo!"
More howls came from afar, as though an enormous wolf pack had gathered. Farolynch closed his eyes, his unique magic power pulsing through his body. It felt as though he was buried deep underground again, able to sense the changes in the night through every tiny disturbance.
In a sense, Farolynch was both a darling of the night and an emissary of the light.
One, two, three... twenty-seven, twenty-eight...
Farolynch could already sense more than thirty Werewolves. Dozens was an astonishing number, and that only accounted for the portion of the outer city near him. If these Werewolves were heading to the front lines to ambush the army, he could only hope Mulan would be careful.
Some Werewolves seemed to have already entered the city. Farolynch looked overhead as faint footsteps traveled across the roof tiles, passing above him before continuing into the distance.
The Book of Dawn absolutely could not fall into the hands of Dark Creatures. Otherwise, Farolynch would never be able to face Mulan.
Magic power like a stream of black water emerged from Farolynch, quickly covering him, Xin Erwei, and the two children. In that instant, their warmth and presence vanished.
The next day, Farolynch took the three of them to bid farewell to the innkeeper. Although the man changed his mind again and told them