Chapter 168: Floor Run
The rest had done wonders. By the time they set off again, Lirael looked like herself once more. Her eyes were sharp, her movements steady, and she carried her bow as if eager to test it against the next beast the dungeon threw at them. Ethan checked her condition with a single glance and gave a curt nod. That was all it took—the hunt resumed.
Ethan walked at the front, long blade at his side. Nyxfang padded close beside him, massive frame tense and ready, while Seloria, the smaller wolf, shadowed their rear. The ten silver-armored soldiers moved in a disciplined line, shields and blades glinting faintly as they followed. Lirael and Sylvie stayed in the center, protected on all sides, though it wasn't long before they were tested again.
The first enemies to appear were tusked boars the size of horses. They came crashing through the underbrush in a thundering charge, tusks gleaming.
"Form up," Ethan ordered.
