Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 132. Scratching Danger

Sam’s mind was racing. "I really hope it's not those blighted wolves again," he muttered under his breath. While he was confident in his own abilities to fend off the beasts, he knew the villagers wouldn’t stand a chance against such formidable foes. The memory of the previous encounter with the blighted wolves was still fresh in his mind, and he feared a repeat would spell disaster for Glimmerop.

Lyra, ever vigilant, ran in beside him, her bow already in hand. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together,” she said, her voice steady but laced with concern. Sam nodded, appreciating her resolve.

As they neared the fields, the first sight of the attackers sent a chill down Sam’s spine. The crops, their lifeblood, were being trampled, destroyed, and some were eaten by monstrous creatures. But these weren’t the blighted wolves he had feared. Instead, a pack of blighted quickbirds were wreaking havoc among the rows of crops.

The blighted quickbirds were a grotesque perversion of their more na