Deprivation of perception on this scale was already lethal to an ordinary wizard. The Beast-Eared Witch tried every means at her disposal, even sprinting into the distance to leave the area, but nothing worked. It was a method that came at a tremendous cost, but was also immensely powerful. Fortunately, she still had her nose and her excellent sense of smell. That was what she thought, and how she acted. A wizard who had transformed into a werewolf through wondrous means possessed, so very aptly, one more powerful dimension of perception than ordinary people.
A spell enhanced that perception once more.
But that, too, was fatal, because her opponent had already considered it and had mastered a zero-ring spell that very few people bothered to learn.
It was a thoroughly vicious method, one that normally wasn't particularly powerful, but was devastating at this moment.
A piercing wolf's howl rang through the forest.
Ruger rolled his eyes. This was the first time he had seen someone else use Foul-Smelling Skin in front of him.
The towering silver werewolf had already lunged at the fellow whose injuries kept piling up, only for the stench to disrupt her footing at the last moment.
Ruger's leisurely approach immediately drew both wizards' attention.
Of these two fellows, one could be said to have suffered minor injuries, while the other had been crippled on top of being crippled. They wantonly abused the bodies they had gained through advancement and metamorphosis. Everything was a resource to be used, including themselves, including their friends.
It was a peculiar battle. There seemed to be no anger between them. They had attempted to feed her to that monster, been exposed, accused, and torn apart, yet everything seemed to have been anticipated long ago. They acted without reservation and faced the