The butcher's laughter turned savage, and a terrifying wolf howl ripped from his throat, shaking the air around them. The sound was primal, a blend of power and despair.
"You think players can change anything in this catastrophe?" the butcher snarled, his voice rising with each word.
"You don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes! Wolf Lord Iris can no longer suppress the Black Forest's catastrophe. How long do you think it will take before the main storyline begins?"
The butcher's eyes gleamed with madness. "You think you're strong? Against the catastrophe, you're nothing! Even if every player banded together, they wouldn't amount to more than a drop of rain or a single leaf falling from a tree."