The dagger in Nyx's hand left behind a streak of blue light. She was already at a distance when the werewolf behind her, who had been standing upright and roaring, fell silent as his head dropped to the ground.

Nyx moved like a blue phantom through the werewolf encampment. Wherever she passed, werewolves dropped instantly, their heads severed before they even realized what had happened.

However, killing low-ranking werewolf soldiers meant little to Nyx. Her figure flickered as she reached the first defensive line of the werewolf camp. Her dagger traced arcs of cold blue light, and the werewolves stationed behind that line died without ever knowing how.

The Highland warriors crashed through like a storm, breaking the werewolf camp's first defensive line.

Hershel fought at the very front. His battle axe flew from his hand, cleaving into a werewolf warrior's skull. Then, he swung both arms in wide arcs, sending two werewolves flying.

He rushed forward, yanked his thrown axe back int