"Go!" I roared at Ken's dad. "We need you right now. I promise, he won't die!" The poor man wiped his tears and ran into the battlefield again. It was a m******e. So many werewolves were getting killed and it was difficult for the inkling healers to keep up with the injured. Even now, the same thing that happened when the centaurs attacked the Northern Inkling Kingdom was happening to the healers again. Their cheeks were hollow, they had lost all colour in their skin, their hands were blue and purple and their fingers were starting to get deformed. They couldn't keep up with the injuries. "Ken!" I screamed through the battle cries. He was now in his human form. Both of his legs are broken and his chest is practically non-existent. He would need at least three healers who are at full

