The Butcher!

As he glided through the moonlit sky, a low, rhythmic sound reached his ears. It was deep and steady, like the pounding of distant drums.

The sound of hooves.

William turned his gaze and spotted them: six heavy cavalrymen riding powerful magic warhorses, galloping across the open plains. Dust and smoke trailed behind them as they thundered forward, their lances raised high.

The cavalry was chasing four or five werewolves, driving them into retreat.

William adjusted his flight path and descended to get a better look.

The central cavalryman, sensing movement behind him, turned in his saddle. He spotted the massive black crow in pursuit and, without hesitation, opened the visor of his helmet.

It was the Forum Master.

William's sharp eyes recognized him immediately.