Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Chapter 303 Sanctuary Mounted Troops

As the tension built within the marsh, the new warriors could feel their hearts racing. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they glanced at one another, their confidence wavering. It wasn't the number of monsters that scared them; it was the brutal efficiency of the sanctuary warriors, who were leagues above them in skill.

The sanctuary fighters had slain far more creatures, moving like wraiths through the swamp, their movements precise and lethal. The newcomers felt like children watching masters at work.

"We're not going to make it," one of the warriors muttered under his breath, gripping his weapon tighter as his hands trembled.

The oppressive silence of the swamp was suddenly pierced by the echoing blast of a horn. A low, rumbling sound that reverberated through the murky air, causing both monsters and men to freeze. The swamp creatures paused their attacks, momentarily disoriented by the strange noise. The new recruits exchanged confused looks, a mixture of fear and hope flooding their expressions.

A few seconds later, the source of the sound revealed itself—an army of sanctuary warriors riding atop direwolves, emerging from the fog like ghosts in the night. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their coordinated march. These mounted warriors, known as the "cleaners," had one task: ensure nothing left alive after the sanctuary warriors swept through.

The direwolves, massive beasts bred for speed and power, bounded forward effortlessly over the uneven, swampy terrain. Their riders, clad in the pristine white robes of the sanctuary, held glowing weapons that seemed to pulse with energy. Lances, spears, and swords were ready for battle, and the mounted warriors showed no hesitation as they plunged into the fray.

The new warriors could only stand frozen in place, their weapons slack in their hands, as the cleaners descended upon the remaining swamp monsters. A Bog Serpent, slithering toward a group of the new recruits, was the first to fall. One of the direwolves lunged at the creature with terrifying speed, its massive jaws clamping down on the serpent's scaly neck.

The creature barely had time to hiss in pain before it was torn apart.

With that, the mounted warriors and their direwolves vanished into the fog, their presence leaving an eerie stillness in their wake. The new recruits, still frozen in place, watched them go with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"I thought we were good at fighting," one of the new recruits muttered, shaking his head. "But these people... they're on a whole different level."

"That's why they're sanctuary warriors," another recruit replied, his voice filled with admiration. "We've got a lot to learn."

Determined to prove their worth, the newcomers resumed their march, now more motivated than ever to keep up. The battle wasn't over yet, and with the cleaners securing the rear, the sanctuary warriors could focus all their attention on the monsters ahead.

The marsh was becoming a graveyard. What had once been a home for countless swamp creatures was now a battlefield littered with the bodies of monsters, slain with ruthless efficiency by the sanctuary warriors.

High above, watching everything unfold from his vantage point in the sky, Canna observed with satisfaction. From his elevated position, he could see every detail of the hunt—the flashes of light from spells, the clash of weapons, and the monsters falling one after another. His warriors were performing well, as he expected.

Then, from the ground, Noctis's voice broke through the din of battle. "Some of the shock troops are already nearing one of the disaster-ranked beings. You're up, Solara."

Back in the sanctuary, Solara, her disaster-ranked wolf form radiating raw power, grinned. The air around her seemed to hum with energy as she prepared to join the fray. As the red portal opened before her, she moved like a blur, leaping through the swirling vortex and descending into the heart of the marsh.

The hunt was reaching its climax, but now the true powerhouses would begin their battles.