It happened in the blink of an eye.
Yulthar, had no time to react, as soon as his third eye's beam missed, something came to his below and lifted him up from the ground. He was thrown upwards but his body was heavy, it was akin to a rock, and he was only lifted a couple of meters because of that.
Not to mention, he sensed multiple searing points across his body.
Several ancient runes branded him, glowing with runic power that struck his internal flow.
But that was not the real problem right now.
His celestial eyes saw a streak of white shadow, heading towards him from in front, and one powerful swipe struck his face in the next instant, sending him stumbling backward. He was able to stop meters away and raised his gaze.
As opposed to only Rex, his pack came to the rescue.
"We're here, Rex...", Adhara muttered and nodded.
On one side, Kyran asked, "Is a God really possessed that Werewolf?"