Fine silver threads descend from the sky, the hazy rain curtain enveloping Wailing Cliff.
After the Bloodtooth Commander, another figure emerged from the cave, a hunched-over, bent-backed Jackal-Wolf Folk with pitch-black fur, distinctly different from the mottled fur of others.
The priest devoted to the Jackal-Wolf God—Rotting Claw.
Rotting Claw Priest leaned on a white bone staff, walking at a sluggish pace next to the Bloodtooth Commander, followed by two silent and disciplined Jackal Wolf Guards.
They were strong and robust, no less formidable than the Bloodtooth Commander, amidst their wet fur vaguely visible were twisted runes.
The silent and steady demeanor of the two guards was starkly different from ordinary Jackal-Wolf Folk.
