Chrysalis

Chapter 371

In the distance, a rising tide of fangs, claws and flesh approached. When Morrelia squinted, she could make out the individual forms of the monsters as they undulated across the land and between the trees. There didn’t seem to be an end to the horde. They spread. Like water pooling over the floor from a spilled cup, until they filled the space in front of her.

It wouldn’t be long until they lapped up against the fortifications the villagers had erected and the battle would begin in earnest.

"I’m still not certain we shoulda put ourselves so close to our ’neighbours’," Isaac muttered.

Morrelia rolled her eyes.

"You spent several days with their leader and came home just fine. Do you really think they’re going to eat us?"

The former guard shifted uncomfortably.

"I’m jus’ sayin’ we might want to on our guard once the fightin’ is done. Maybe we look appetising at that point."

"If we live to see the end of this battle, there’ll be tens of thousands of dead monsters right over there. I don’t think they’ll need to turn on us for food," Morrelia pointed out before turning her back on the man.

Despite his experience in the field with Anthony, he still had difficulty overcoming his instincts to distrust monsters.

Not that he’s entirely wrong about that.

always cautious, but not afraid. Perhaps she was just losing her edge. Or, more likely,

until they arrive?" Enid asked, walking

respectfully. Enid may never have

of the horde reaches us. Could be a lot less if they decide to pick

she were staring at dog that had spread mud on her carpet rather than a slavering mass of Dungeon monsters the likes of which the surface hadn’t seen in

to get our people in position

ma’am," Isaac chipped in,

suspected him of ulterior motives, as it was she believed he was simply accustomed to

troops," Morrelia grunted before she leapt down from the rampart and jogged toward the shaded area the villagers

intimidating air that was only heightened by the plethora of weapons that graced her form. Her bow, dual blades, knives strapped to her forearms and sheathed in her boots. Morrelia was ready

of them asleep, resting in the shade spread by nearby trees. Looking at their tired faces, Morrelia mentally kicked herself. She had to continuously remind herself that she wasn’t dealing with professional soldiers, trainees

willing. By the Legion they were willing. When she beat them down, they stood up. When she drilled them

Morrelia herself had barely slept in the past week, snatching a few hours here and there. She was used to it however, broken sleep like

regretting it now. You did everything you could, let’s see

a

OF SICK! THERE’S BLOOD TO BE SPILLED AND SURE AS HELL IT ISN’T GOING TO

as they responded instantly to her call. Sleep was rubbed out of eyes and limbs were stretched as the men and women she had trained picked

rampart someone was having a very

old drill instructor to shame," Isaac sighed as he watched Morrelia’s distant form, her shout

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