The white wolves wasted no time.
The moment the broken howl reached their ears, their bodies moved.
Muscles tensed, claws dug into the dirt, and in an instant they were sprinting at full speed.
The ground barely registered their weight before they were already closing the distance, and by the time two seconds had passed, they had arrived at the source.
What they found froze them mid-step.
Their comrade, the one who had cried out for help, was no longer on the ground.
Instead, his limp body dangled in the air, lifted effortlessly by a figure dressed entirely in black.
The matte helmet, the visor hiding his face, the dark gloves gripping the weapon — all of it painted a picture that sent a sharp warning through their instincts.
This was no ordinary opponent.
[EXP +7]
The system notification blinked to life, another insult added to the scene, and the figure tilted his head slightly in their direction.
