A few kilometers away from the elven army, there was a large valley.
If Renjiro were here, he'd be shocked.
In the center of the valley, more than a hundred unicorns were gathered. A few were adults, but most were either old or young. They had come together at the call of a winged unicorn.
Every unicorn glowed with a pure, holy light.
This light shot from the horns on their heads into the sky, forming a holy shield that protected all the unicorns inside.
But outside the holy shield, a massive pack of Dark Wolves—thousands of them—surrounded them.
Under the roars of the Dark Wolf leader, the wolves Under him attacked the shield with magic. With each attack from the wolf clan, the shield trembled more and more.
The Dark Wolf Leader fixed its gaze on the unicorns within the sacred barrier and spoke in a deep, chilling voice:
