Flames of Death

Once again, the battle ended in the team's loss.

They sent the video back to the elder. He tried to analyze it, but he was once again too shocked to process all the information that he had. The wolf head attacks… he was sure of it. That was the bloodline attack of the Crimson Ember Wolves.

It was the highest level of bloodline attack and they usually use it as a group.

And here five puppets were using it. He couldn't even begin to comprehend, how it was even possible. But he didn't have the luxury to stay in that shock. He hurriedly checked the information they gathered and tried to weave the next strategy.

The team members didn't have much choice and did as they were told.

They couldn't think of any ideas, so they might as well follow whatever their elder was saying them they should do.

It was time for the next battle at the next city soon. This time, the wolves game them another shock. Their attacks were different and … familiar.