The Orichalcum Bullet etched with a white Magical Circuit was as dazzling as lightning, and just as fleeting.
It dispelled the darkness, if only for an instant.
A werewolf fell while still in the posture of charging forward.
Clutching his thigh, he howled in agony.
Three companions had fallen, yet instead of being frightened into retreat, they had been driven to reveal an even more savage side.
"Awoo—" The werewolf leader threw back his head and howled at the moon before crashing forward like a speeding truck.
Vincent brought down another werewolf and hurriedly aimed the barrel at him.
The Orichalcum Bullet blooming with brilliant white light embedded itself in the arm covered in coarse, hard fur.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft—" The werewolf shielded his body with both arms, slowing slightly.
"They're coming!" Hermione cried, standing behind Vincent.
Her Shield Charm could barely cover the front.
Vincent lowered the Gunblade and spoke the incantation. "Shield Charm!"
The werewolf leader was already in the lead, slamming his shoulder heavily into the pale-blue magical barrier that had just formed.
Vincent gripped his Alder Wand tightly and gritted his teeth as he held on.
If he had not fired those extra shots earlier, they probably would have been sent flying outright.
Hermione felt the pressure against her back and clutched her wand tightly in both small hands, bracing it before her.
With a thud, a werewolf rammed into them.
Almost at the same moment, icy claws thrust toward the gap between the two Shield Charms.
"Bang—" A gunshot rang out, and the fourth werewolf was brought down.
The werewolf leader, separated from them by only a layer of magical barrier, seemed to have a flash of red light flicker in his eyes.
"Awoo!!" He spread his sharp claws and clawed at them madly.
Once,