Chapter 679 Our Alpha Must Survive

Chapter 679 Our Alpha Must Survive

Baroness Everbee, a figure of power and malevolence, observed the unfolding tragedy with a detached amusement. To her, the desperate struggles of the inhabitants of Glenn's territory were nothing more than a spectacle, a source of entertainment much like a child watching ants scatter in panic when poured with water.

High above, in a realm that blurred the lines between the eighth earth and another world, she sat comfortably, watching the chaos she had orchestrated below.

Her chuckle, devoid of any warmth, echoed through her ethereal domain as she reveled in the destruction and despair.

This was all her plan, a meticulously crafted symphony of suffering, and she was savoring every moment. But the sight of the people trying to escape, finding a glimmer of hope amidst the horror, seemed to irritate her. She wouldn't allow them even that small mercy. Escape was not an option in the game she had designed.

With a cruel smile, Baroness Everbee made a cut on her hand. Dark, ominous blood flowed freely, dripping down toward the earth. As it fell, she whispered incantations in the ancient demonic tongue, words that carried the weight of dark magic and malevolence. Continue reading on No_veLbIn

Runes, glowing a sinister red and shaped like the wings of butterflies, formed in the air around her. They fluttered with an unnatural life, ready to carry out her will.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she sent the runes hurtling down toward the earth. Though she couldn't physically manifest in the earthly realm due to her overwhelming power, her influence was not so easily contained.

The runes, carriers of her dark intent, dove down toward the territory, each one targeting the portals that represented the people's last hope for escape.

Victor's condition, however, was a ticking clock. Each cough, each moment of weakness, was a reminder that even the strongest warriors have their limits. But in this desperate hour, with their territory under siege and their very survival at stake, there was no room for hesitation or doubt.

Elders Isaiah and Zod shared a look of deep understanding, the weight of responsibility and the urgency of the situation clear in their eyes. They knew the significance of Victor's leadership and the symbol of hope he represented to the pack.

His fall in battle would be a devastating blow, not just in the fight against the undead but to the morale and future of their people. They couldn't allow their Alpha, their beacon of light, to be extinguished here, not when so much depended on him.

As Victor fought valiantly on the frontlines, coughing up blood yet refusing to yield, a strong werewolf warrior, known for his prowess and loyalty, sprang into action. With a swift, decisive move, he dived at Victor, pulling him away from the heat of the battle. Victor's annoyance was evident as he demanded to know what was happening. His place was on the battlefield, leading his pack, not being whisked away to safety.

Elder Zod, approaching the pair, addressed Victor with a seriousness that brooked no argument. "We are sorry, my lord! But you cannot fall here. When all this is over, our people need a beacon of light to look unto. We cannot just let you fall here." His words were a stark reminder of the bigger picture, the future that still needed to be secured.

Victor, however, was not one to back down easily. He struggled against the werewolf warrior's hold, determined to return to the fight, to stand with his pack until the very end. But his body betrayed him, the loss of strength and the effects of his injuries making his efforts futile.

Seeing no other option, Elder Zod resorted to a drastic measure. He blew a special powder into Victor's face, a substance that induced temporary weakness. As the powder took effect, Victor's struggles ceased, his body succumbing to the enforced reprieve.

"Take him to Lady Allison!" Elder Zod commanded the werewolf warrior, who nodded in understanding. The warrior, with a sense of duty and respect, carefully carried Victor away from the battlefield, heading towards the safety where Lady Allison awaited.

Elder Zod, a figure who had always had his reservations about Victor's leadership, preferring Curtin to be Alpha, knew that personal feelings had no place in decisions of such magnitude. The survival and well-being of the pack were paramount.

He was an elder, a position that demanded the wisdom to make difficult choices for the greater good. And in this moment, ensuring Victor's survival, ensuring that the pack would have their Alpha to lead them through whatever future awaited, was the decision that needed to be made.

As Victor was carried away to safety, the battle raged on. The werewolves, now without their Alpha, fought with a wild, desperate ferocity. Elder Zod and Elder Isaiah took up the mantle of leadership, directing the pack and coordinating their efforts against the relentless undead....