The plague hounds looked like dire wolves, but their skin was rotting all over, swarmed by circles of buzzing flies, and from their mouths, aside from long fangs, dripped some kind of yellow‑green saliva.
Even separated by dozens of meters, Raine could still feel a nauseating stench rolling toward him.
...
On the other side.
Seeing the two sides start to clash.
Jorazi's figure, which had been moving quickly toward the second floor, abruptly stopped.
His original plan was—"go to that room on the second floor first and kill those annoying Critt Squad Mages," but when he saw the fight break out so quickly, he immediately stood in the shadow of a pillar and started watching.
After all, the two in front of him were the real enemies.
As for those four Mages from the Critt Squad, in Jorazi's eyes they were just small fry that would only take a bit of effort to wipe out.
His gaze first lingered for a moment on Raine, who had just leapt into the air.
