Tina took in a shaky breath and aimed her musket. She couldn't hear or see them, but she knew they were coming.
In the distant horizon, something moved, drawing her aim. She knew almost nothing about the Dire Storm wolves, but one thing was clear: they weren't just normal wolves.
First, Storm wolves were large, gray, and aggressive monsters that hunted in packs, smart enough to employ simple tactics, and they had a tendency to hunt in storms. That is where they got their name from.
Each one should be around the size of a cow and have enough strength to kill five men. Normal people in this world had a soul energy of 100, but Tina here, even after training for a long time, wasting a lot of Arad's hard-earned money, and putting all of her effort, was a massive 5.
She is already two and a half times stronger than when she first arrived here, but that was still nothing.
