Without another word, he immediately led all the werewolves rushing over to help. He had already sensed something was wrong. After all, this was the Dark World. How could a human bold enough to swagger down the road like that possibly be ordinary?
In this world.
The more normal something looked, the less normal it actually was!
"A tentacle monster?!"
The werewolves hurrying over to help were also horrified, shuddering inwardly. They knew all too well that tentacles were a symbol of a higher order of existence in this world!
They represented ultimate chaos and distortion, the embodiment of supreme evil. For certain evil spirits, even evolving tentacles was proof of status.
And more importantly.
Anything with tentacles was a pervert!
"Attack!"
The mass of werewolves surged out of the dark forest, their eyes bloodred. Running on all fours like beasts, they charged toward the "monster" that was dragging their companions around and repeatedly slamming them into the ground.
Bloodred light shot from the werewolf leader's narrowed eyes.
Almost instantly, he flashed behind Lynn with lightning speed, his sharp claws slicing through the air as he viciously swiped at Lynn's neck.
But just as his claws were about to land on Lynn's neck.
A hand suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Ding-
The palm of that hand suddenly split open, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
His heart lurched.
[Sanity Value -1]
But it was already too late.
Whoosh-
The hand bit down on his hand, then hurled him away with a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spinning throw.
"Chief!"
The charging werewolves were horrified at the sight, but the longer they remained exposed to the blood moon, the more savage their ferocity and bloodlust became.
The dozens of werewolves that had rushed out of the forest had already surrounded Lynn,