These were lightfire wolves, a species with tough skin, orange highlights on their fur, and have the power to shoot beams of light using environmental arcane. The strength of the wolf is determined by the amount of charred black fur they have, this pack was of mediocre level, five of which seem to have upper tier one battle strength with the pack leader having peak tier two battle strength.
Luckily for Fraser, it was night time, the lack of light can negatively affect the wolves' battle strength, their light beams will travel much slower, giving him a chance of retaliating.
However, this did not help the fact that Fraser was severely injured and lacking technique, most of his arcane storage was also exhausted after his attacks against the soldier. Fraser's chances were slim, but his state of insanity gave him the idea that he had nothing to lose anyway.
Fraser stared at the wolves as killing intent surged deep within, his meridian flashed with intense sparks.
The wolves pounced toward him with haste before biting at Fraser, their fangs meeting with nothing but a grey cloud. Frost formed on the fur of the wolves, greatly contrasting their charred orange patches. Fraser stabbed at the pack leader, hoping that by killing it, the rest would flee.
His dagger met air, the swooshing sound silenced by the incoming beam of light from Fraser's back. It landed, the impact left a dent on his spine, launching him several meters away.
Fraser quickly jumped up, deeply resonating with the Void, he launched yet another cloud of smoke, blinding the wolves, his back creaking with each moment, as the adrenaline coursing in his body suppressed the pain. Fraser's dagger slid cleanly through a wolf, killing it before he grabbed another and stabbed it multiple times. He then threw its corpse at the pack leader, hoping to create blind spots.
"Where did it go?"
The wolf pack leader left after-images with each stride, circling Fraser. He realised he was in fatal danger. Fraser turned around, met with razor claws to his thigh. He yelled in pain, activating his arcane subconsciously. Grabbing at the wolf, but it was too quick, his hand grasped air, missing his foe by centimetres, the grave danger made Fraser scramble for his dagger, picking it up and charging at a wolf nearby, before being met with yet another beam of light to his face.
This was a one-sided battle, he was yet again launched meters away, slamming into a nearby boulder, snapping his spine. Fraser's face charred up from the intensity of the light, feeling that he was falling unconscious, he decided to stop persevering. He had lost all hope yet again, as he felt his eyelids slowly shutting, he spoke.
"Maybe I was fated to die right here, along with the rest of them." Instead of being miserable, tears of joy streaked down his face, Fraser had accepted this death, fighting for his life without a care for pain, at least he will die a warrior. Constant clicking of his strained ligaments and joints persisted in his ears, his heartbeat resounding as his meridian's sparks died down.
"What an unforgiving world, isn't it? Throwing down those of us who simply seek to live in peace at death's door. A peaceful life is unattainable without hardship and struggle; conflict is inevitable."
Saying so, he fell into a final rest.