Battles raged everywhere, coordination between supernatural beings was hard, especially those with completely different abilities.
Which made the pack such a unique case but even within the pack, the strongest of them were fighting individual battles.
Individual on their sides as each was facing multiple opponents at the same time, this led to the death of multiple enemies rapidly.
In less than a hour the army of 25 000 strong dropped to less than 10 000, the pack was yet to lose a single member.
It was inconceivable to them, they came here with confidence but that confidence has died a while go.
They scrambled to run and pushed each other to save themselves, the army crumbled in front of their eyes.
The seven leaders gritted their teeth, they were ready to take action when the werewolves started slowing down.
Inside the castle, Adrian stood up, his eyes squinted and gently waved his hand in the air causing visible ripples that moved with his hand.
