"And what about your Masters? They couldn't defend the base and the village? I understand the citizens, who died because they were helpless, but the Masters and the warriors should have resisted the attack!" Kjell interrupted, expressing his personal thoughts, imagining the epilogue of the story.
"It wasn't that easy. At first, my friend and I, hiding behind a little wall among trees, saw our Masters and their best students killing dozens of werewolves. The town had suffered considerable losses, but the situation seemed almost resolved, and all the younger recruits who were unable to fight against those enemies, joined me and my friend, hiding in our own place. But at a certain point, he came... a gigantic shadow came through the breach that the enemies had managed to dig into the walls and fast as a dark lightning bolt, seized two of our Masters and killed them, cutting off their heads with his canines and devouring the rest of the body in one bite..."
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