Soft paws landed gently on the stone slabs. The pads beneath them were squeezed and deformed, followed by the four sharp claws lightly tapping the ground one after another. Silver fur spread out in the direction opposite the force exerted by the muscles.
A silver behemoth gracefully stepped out of the darkness.
Dark Kouhua lightly pushed off and descended from its back. Her ebony-black hair flew wildly like strands of gauze as she glanced back. The small temple was dim and indistinct in the darkness.
"This is truly the most interesting human I've ever met. What a pity. He still knows far too little about our world and didn't realize that the moment had arrived. In the end, he was still deceived."
"He's a good person." The silver giant wolf actually spoke. The girl's voice sounded like a string of silver bells falling to the ground and chiming.
"Perhaps. However, this era is neither good nor evil."
"Sister." The giant wolf shook its head. "Can't we just stay away from the war and stop concerning ourselves with worldly affairs? Do you remember what we promised Lord Milos?"
Dark Kouhua reached out and gently stroked the giant wolf's cheek. Meeting its compassionate emerald eyes, she said, "But that isn't up to us. It has returned, my dear sister. Listen—"
The giant wolf fell silent, its emerald eyes as calm as ice.
Dark Kouhua closed her eyes and replied, "A long horn blast rang out among the dark clouds. Darkness surged and spread, covering the moonlight. They howled and charged, coming into this world..."
The girl's voice was so graceful and melodious, like a poem and song blossoming in a deep, dark world.
Yet the scene she described was so cold and bone-chilling: darkness and cruelty, despair and bleakness, like the howling