The wolves whimpered, but it wasn't out of confusion or hesitation anymore.
They weren't stalling to plan their next move, nor were they waiting for a chance to regroup.
They were whimpering because deep down, every instinct they had was screaming the same truth — they couldn't win.
No matter how they looked at him, no matter how desperately their bodies tried to convince them to fight, the outcome was already decided.
Their legs trembled, not because they wanted to retreat, but because their strength had already left them the moment they laid eyes on HIM.
The figure standing before them wasn't just a threat.
He was a wall that could not be climbed, an obstacle that had already swallowed them whole before they could even react.
Their morale shattered instantly, crushed by the weight of his presence alone.
They had faced predators before, bigger beasts with sharper fangs, but none of that mattered anymore.
