The journey back to Wolvendale territory was uneventful. Now that all the kobloids had reached a high level in both their species and class, most animals they could hunt simply did not have any experience to offer. As for the predators, they were not easy to find in large enough numbers to satisfy a full pack of fifteen monsters.

Once they reached the territory, Thorian saw the fire magus kobloid still striking trees with his axe. In the few hours they had left him alone, he managed to cut down four large trees and remove their branches. Even now, he was tirelessly swinging his axe at the sixth giant tree.

Crack.

With one final swing, the tree fell with a deafening thud.

“That’s enough,” Thorian walked forward toward the young kobloid. “You have accomplished your punishment; you can now rest.”

The fire magus looked at Thorian with relieved eyes and bowed slightly. “Thank you.”

Thorian nodded and turned back toward the rest of the pack. “All of you, take the next few hours to rest. We will need all the energy you can muster for later in the night.”

The kobloids cheered at Thorian’s order, but the kobold looked at him with furrowed eyes. “Hunt no more?”

“You’ll get to hunt as much as you want after,” Thorian chuckled. “For now, just rest.”

The kobold shrugged his shoulders and found a patch of grass to sleep on. Nox and the rest of the kobloids also settled down to rest.

Thorian made his way to the territory altar to check the time until the apocalypse fully started.

ETA: 03:25:43