The Werewolf Met a Tough Nut to Crack

Full-moon werewolves possessed extraordinary agility and, like magical creatures, greater resistance to all kinds of magic;

What wizards feared most was that if they were bitten by a full-moon werewolf and happened to survive, they would become the next werewolf;

It was an agonizing choice: either end one's own life, or become a werewolf wizard despised by others.

For precisely this reason, when the full-moon werewolves launched their attack, chaos spread with such frightening speed.

The spectator stands became a wreck, as the audience fled in every direction, smashing apart any seats that obstructed their path;

Even when chair frames sliced open their ankles and calves, and wood splinters pierced their legs, it did nothing to slow their escape;

The magically fluttering banners had also fallen everywhere, covered in footprints from the stampede, old and filthy now.

Werewolves had no interest in eating people. In their madness, they only wanted to hurt and kill the person before them, then find the next target, until the full moon ended.

Amid long, piercing howls, the werewolves began choosing their next targets, reveling in the thrill of hunting their prey.

Several isolated people appeared before them. They were somewhat hunched, with graying beards and wrinkled exposed skin; some even bore wounds that could never truly fade;

They were clearly advanced in years. Most likely, they could no longer run and could only sit there waiting to die;

One of them had not only gray-white hair and a long cane, but a face where wrinkles had been entirely replaced by all manner of wounds and scars. He looked especially miserable—almost savage.

The crazed werewolves would not feel pity because of this;

They howled again, springing into the air, intending to crush these people beneath them before biting through their throats...

Just as the werewolves