Up ahead, an absurd sight came into view as a black-robed youth stood, his hand extended out, grabbing the massive Sanguine Blood Wolf into the air as if it weighed nothing.
The sight seemed odd and terrifying at the same time, yet it was undeniable. What kind of strength did it take to pull something like that off? When did he even get up?
Multiple questions flooded their minds as they tried to process all they were seeing.
The beast in question thrashed madly, the runes and sigils igniting wildly as it tried to channel more power from the hovering phantom.
But despite everything it tried, It all crumbled under the black-robed youth's grasp. Causing it for the first time to tremble as fear seeped into its being.
It could now slowly make out how the golden wolves had been torn apart, and if it couldn't escape the grasp, then it would share the same fate.
