Answering the deafening call of the ringing shield, two bestial crimson flames ignited in the darkness cast by the towering black colossus. A chilling growl drowned out the howling of the wind, and something massive rose from the shadows at its feet.
It was an enormous wolf, its fur moving in the wind like tongues of dark flame. The size of the Sacred shade was massive, and yet, it only reached the armored giant's hip. Together, they looked like a warrior and his warhound — both born from shadows, surrounded by darkness, and full of murderous intent.
"Good boy…"
Sunny grinned behind the visor of his helmet.
At the same time, he felt a pang of surprise.
'What the... I can talk?'
Saint never did, so he often assumed that Stone Saints had simply not been given that ability by Nether. But, as it turned out, his assumption was wrong.
The Shadow Wolf lowered its head to the ground, letting out another terrifying growl.
