Ding, clang, ding... The sound of swords and sabers was as chaotic as rain falling, mixed with the roars of samurais, the wails of the wounded, and the sound of blades slicing through flesh, blood splattering.
On the battlefield, a group of beastmen with wolf heads and human bodies was engaged in fierce battle.
Where is this place?
A werewolf with graying hair stood bewilderedly.
"Bai! Protect the Young Master!"
A familiar roar sounded behind Bai. He turned to see an elderly werewolf handing a child to him, then turning to fight alongside other werewolves whose faces were blurred.
Young Master? Protect the Young Master!
Bai's confused consciousness jolted awake, and he quickly sat up.
"Young Master!"
Bai looked around in a daze. He was not on the blood-spattered battlefield, but in a somewhat old room. Not far from him, an elderly werewolf was preparing medicine.
"There is no Young Master, you were the only living person in the wild."
