"Damn…" Whisker let out a low whistle, eyes sweeping over the scene. "…yeah, that's one way to welcome guests."
The others shared his reaction, shaking their heads in disbelief.
Atticus, however, tightened his grip on his weapon, his eyes sharp
'Odd.'
First, he had never seen these type of beasts in his lifetime, and he had seen many.
They were wolf-like, but larger, more imposing. Crimson fangs protruded from their jaws, thick strands of drool slipping past them as they snarled. Along their backs, multiple crimson, spike-like bones jutted outward.
Secondly, a crimson glow wrapped around each of them.
It was obvious what it was.
Atticus had witnessed countless things in his life, yet he had never encountered so many beasts capable of wielding will.
From what he had seen in the hall, Atticus could easily piece it together, this was what Gladious and his people had been so terrified of.
