Ian knew that, in this world, darkness meant more than just the absence of light.
The same was true for the blackish-blue tide sweeping over the Wolves now. It wasn't just engulfing them - it was pushing back the dim light of the demonic realm itself, as though consuming its faint illumination.
"Stay low," Ian whispered as he spread his cloak, shielding Lucia beneath it. However, contrary to his words, he straightened his posture and stood firm.
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