87 The Monster Feared Most

"Strange. Why are they breaking formation now...?" The Fire Spirit wondered as he looked around.

Indeed, a portion of the hidden Corrupted Dark Elves had left the forest and entered the area in which their village used to be.

"Oh. Yep. Guess those do have some uses..."

Minutes earlier, a group was making its way through the forest.

The loud growls and roars of a Leviathan in the distance made them up their pace.

A white wolf ran as fast as it could in a straight line.

Following it, one with a dark pelt.

The latter's movements might have been faster than the former's.

But for some reason, it took extra time to choose its course.

Avoiding lit spaces in the open, it opted for darker areas in the shade instead.

Someone had given it an order, some time ago.

An order that the wolf took as a piece of advice. Or rather, a rule to live by. A rule not to violate until necessary.

Through countless trees, the enemies finally appeared in the distance.