Nyx and the others continued their pursuit, leaving behind hundreds of werewolf corpses. Finally, they returned to the fortress and watched as the werewolf army retreated like a receding tide.

With that, the crisis at the fortress had been resolved.

However, the brutal slaughter had left behind more than just countless werewolf corpses. Of the 3000 Highland warriors defending the fortress, nearly all had been wiped out.

Othniel and Hershel looked devastated.

Hershel was young and could not bear the weight of grief in his heart. He dropped to his knees on the wall and roared continuously to vent his anguish.

Knox said nothing. Despite being covered in blood, he did not stop to rest. Instead, he transported his kinsmen's bodies one by one, arranging them properly on the wall.

As Nyx waited anxiously, Andrew finally climbed back onto the fortress. His face was slightly pale as he walked straight toward Knox.

"Stop moving them and rest for a while, or your body won't hold up!"

Kn