As the battle against the wolves continued, Wallace's patience began to wear thin. He watched as the gate guards and Mana Knights struggled, their movements efficient yet ultimately ineffective against the relentless pack.
The wolves, with their metallic fur and eerie eyes, seemed to sense the group's hesitation, exploiting every weakness they found.
Wallace's annoyance grew with each passing moment. He knew they could handle these beasts more efficiently, and it frustrated him to see them take so long. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Why are you not using the predator weapons to beat these wolves easily!?" he shouted, his voice cutting through the sounds of battle.
The Mana Knights glanced at him, their faces a mix of determination and surprise. One of them, a young knight named Roland, responded quickly, his breath labored from the exertion. "Sir, getting armor is hard and if we use it too much outside, it would break because of its limited durability."
