As the campfire flickered abruptly, a giant wolf head burst through the shadow of the bushes, extending outward, followed by a wolf stepping out from the thicket.
This was a considerably massive wolf, with a body length of seven or eight meters. Its eyeballs alone were as large as an adult's fist, standing on the ground like a carriage.
Its sleek silver-gray fur stood erect like steel needles, with three ferocious claw marks crossing its snout, signifying its formidable exploits as the jungle's overlord. Amber-colored vertical pupils contracted into narrow slits, reflecting the flickering flames and the shocked faces of those present.
A pungent wind rushed forward, carrying an intense pressure.
"Enemy attack!"
Sirius's face suddenly changed dramatically, shouting while raising the Cross Sword, simultaneously pulling Hilia beside him and quickly retreating.
