Residents screamed as something attacked them.  The people who were chanting stopped and one of them asked, “What could that be?  Could they have already arrived?”

         A man said as he shivered, “It seems,” pointing at a wolf, “look!”

       The people released shrieks of fear as each ran in different direction.  A soldier said, “Stop firing at the man in the building he must be dead from the fire, let’s focus on the wolves."  They began shooting the wolves in front of them, but the bullets were of little harm to them.  Some of the wolves remained behind preventing being shot by the bullets, while others continued forward.

     A soldier asked, “What do we do now?  The bullets don’t seem to do any damage on it.”

       Another said, “Even so, we have to keep firing.”  Sounds of blasts were heard from behind, then they saw a man in red clothing approaching them.  “Finally, the adventurers have arrived.”

    When the adventurer reached them, he asked, “Are you all ok?”

A soldier answered, “Yes, but some of the people were attacked by the wolves, aren’t the other adventurers coming?”

      The adventurer looked to the ground and said, “They didn’t make it, we were ambushed by monsters and I nearly made it.”  Hitting a wolf with a fire blast, “Behind You!”  He moved steps backwards, “Watch out, we must form a circle.  They are experts when it comes to ambushing their prey.”

       He used a wind spell to move them backwards but the wolves kept going after them.  “Keep firing, to distract them.”  The soldiers fired at the monsters while the adventurer attacked them with magic.

       The dragon told Zeomora, “Then to do this we have to unite to be one and you must let go of your past self.”

    Zeomora breathed in deeply and said, “I accept the terms.”

       The dragon began fussing with Zeomora, making him scream in pain as his cells and body parts mutated.  When they had completely fused, Zeomora stood on his feet and said, “I feel stronger,” studying his body.

     In front of him he saw his old self staring at him, he closed his eyes and said, “Let go of your past self.”  He removed the sword from the portal, slaying his old self into two and the body turned to dust.  He looked at the skies with bitterness, “I shall make them all pay,” smashing the ground with his fists. 

      He came back to reality and immediately he opened his eyes, the fire burnt out shocking the humans outside.

    The adventurer asked, “What just happened?”  He then heard a human crying in horror which was followed by the sound of the crushing of bones.  He shouted, “Don’t be distracted, keep ………”  But was interrupted by the exploding of the building in which Zeomora was in and a barrel went flying towards the soldiers.  It hit three of them rendering one unconscious while injuring two.

  The adventurer focused his gaze forward trying to identify the cause of the explosion, but all he could see was a dark figure.  “What on earth is that?”  A wolf jumped on him, throwing him on the ground.  It growled at him aggressively as it fought its way to bite his neck, but was pushing it away with his hands.  

       He removed a dagger and pierced it on its side then he quickly kicked it, pushing it away.  He then stretched out his hand and plants came out from the ground, trapping it in between.  He was breathless when two more appeared from behind and he turned his back quickly before they could attack him.  He watched tirelessly as a wolf bit a soldier’s neck and ripped open his stomach.   He used a wind spell, pushing one of the wolves behind, then ran towards the other jumping on it.  

              He landed on its back and he stretched out his hand, burning its face.  It threw him to the ground and ran away as it howled in pain.  He then used, ‘Ice blade’ creating a blade out of ice, he threw it towards the wolf piercing its head and it fell to the ground dead.  Another appeared in his opposite direction, jumping on him with its paws forward and scratching him on the face.  It then growled loudly, the hairs on its body stood on ends and it grew bigger.  It hit the ground with its right paw, causing the ground to shake.  He used, ‘Ice blade’ again but this time he shot at it in greater numbers but they were of little effect.  

       A soldier shouted, “Look!  The man we burnt never died.”

 His partner said, “I’ll show him,” cocking his gun and shooting it at him.

          Zeomora looked at the bullet as it came towards him and held it with his left hand.  He then opened his palm, he looked at the bullet curiously, making the soldiers afraid and began running away.  Zeomora dropped the bullet to the ground and ran after the two soldiers.  He appeared before them, making them stop in their tracks.  One of the soldiers saw Zeomora move at great speed, past one of the soldiers and seconds later his body parts fell to pieces.

        The other soldier tripped on the ground and crawled away as he asked, “Who are you?  And what do you want?”  

    Zeomora answered, “I should be asking you that question.  What did you want from me?”

   Tears rolled down the soldier’s checks, “Please, have mercy.”

“It’s people like you who have made me turn into what I am,” slashing the air and the soldier’s head fell to the ground.

   The other adventurer gave out a loud yell, as he pierced the large wolf on the back of its spine and it fell to the ground dead.  He jumped down from its back and wiped the blood from his face, then removed a potion which healed him but not completely.  He looked around and saw the chaos that was taking place, as the humans and the wolves fought one another.  But who was that?  The human in black, killing the monsters with no effort.

             His heartbeat increased as he watched the strange black man approach him.  The adventurer’s hand became ablaze at the palm and he asked, “What are you?  And what do you want from me?”

     “What I am isn’t of interest.  You are a B-ranking adventurer, right.”

  “No way, how did you know?  I had hidden it, not even the highest level of appraisal could find my ranking.”  His heart rate increased as he wondered whether he should run or fight, but he clenched his right hand and said, ‘Never shall I run from a battle.  Even if it means my death.”

        Zeomora steadied his sword, then charged at him.