"Roar!"
"Roar!"
In the desolate canyon, ferocious howls suddenly erupted and echoed through the air.
One by one, creatures with sharp teeth, resembling werewolves with blood-red eyes and lethal claws, charged in one direction.
"Splat!"
With the sound of a slash ringing out, a streak of sword light flashed by at extreme speed, bisecting a werewolf that was sprinting in the lead, splattering a rain of crimson blood.
"Splat!" "Splat!" "Splat!"
Shane stood his ground, holding the Holy Sword, and swung his sharp blade at the onslaught of incoming werewolves, slaughtering them one by one, turning them into severed limbs and fragmented bodies, which fell around him and gradually stained the earth red.
Yet, despite seeing their companions being so effortlessly massacred by Shane, the werewolves weren't afraid; instead, they became even more ferocious, their eyes turning redder, making them surge forward relentlessly, nearly engulfing Shane's body.
But the next second...