For two days, Syzar and his troops had been trapped in a fogged, cursed forest. The enemy’s planned attack had led them in circles, straight into a trap.
The silver fog was like a blinding blizzard, making it impossible to see the enemies clearly. Even in their best form, it was an inevitable disadvantage.
It was evident the enemies were experts at navigating the cursed fog forest and used it to their advantage, striking Syzar’s delta wolves one by one.
Ultimately, the Syzar men were surrounded—but the enemies were smart enough to know they couldn’t yet face Syzar or his betas head-on.
The deathly bloodlust of their predatory scent spread through the ambush as they circled the Star men, holding their ground while keeping their distance. Just as the battle erupted, with Syzar at the for
