Kira's POV
After blasting off so many of the Shadow Armies, they still seemed to be multiplying. I had reached my limit. The fireball I had created—one of my strongest attacks—had drained a good chunk of my strength.
Rika, Clara, Isabella, Emilia, and Marcelle surrounded me. I stood in the middle while they tried fighting off as many shadows as they could. But it was as if their efforts didn't matter. The numbers wouldn't go down. No matter how many we cut down, more appeared in their place. They just kept multiplying.
Still, none of them panicked.
As I looked at each one of them, I didn't see fear or hesitation—only strengthened resolve. They were ready to give their lives for me. Just so I could be saved.
"I see you've got yourself a crew that will not give up," the Shadow Lord said, his voice echoing through the Mildling.
"There's one thing you don't know about werewolves," I said.
"And what's that, little Moonkeeper?" the creature asked, mocking.
