Don't worry, your brothers will be joining you soon, cut off his head, I heard Lucas Amel say to his men before my eyes completely shut down.
Thirty Minutes Before
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Third-Person narrative.
While the war raged on, dead bodies of fallen warriors littered the borders of the silver moon pack. But for every one of the silver moon pack warrior that died during the battle, two or more of the rival pack warrior was killed.
The borders were a chaotic mess as the sound of the painful growls and the schwing sound of the warrior's sword filled the air.
While Denver and Samuel placed themselves at the frontline of the attack, Derrick and his group of archers were busy firing shots at the warriors that may have escaped Denver and his men's swords.
Devon and his men were the last in the lineup
