In a wilderness, several Giant Wolves stared at the biped lying on the ground. They wanted to step forward, but their instincts told them that running away now was the best choice.
Suddenly, the biped sat up.
"Roar—"
The largest Giant Wolf gave the signal to attack, and the other three pushed off with their hind legs and charged forward.
Velin slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the unknown creatures about to pounce on his face, he instinctively raised a hand and slapped at them.
Under that terrifying force, the three pouncing Giant Wolves turned into fragments of flesh and blood, scattering across the ground.
Seeing this, the Giant Wolf in the distance tucked its tail and turned to run.
After shaking his head a few times, Velin stood up. Looking at the Giant Wolf that had already fled over a hundred meters away, he moved his mind, and an invisible pair of giant hands seized it.
"I don't even eat wolves. Why are you running?"
Arriving before the Giant Wolf, Velin pulled out its soul and began searching it for relevant information.
He could sense the four Demiplane contracts deep within its soul, but he could not open them. This indicated that Valheim World was not within the sphere of Ilyria World.
As for exactly which direction it lay in, perhaps only the Moon Goddess knew.
Three minutes later, Velin released the now-transparent Giant Wolf soul. Looking down at the copied memories of the Giant Wolf, he spent a minute removing the complicated memories of hunting, feeding, and breeding before examining the pitifully few useful pieces of information.
Within the Giant Wolf's memories, Velin saw a black road with floating cars traveling across it.
The scene shifted, and a metal fortress appeared before him. Soldiers carrying firearms patrolled atop its