"You dodged it…"
Lucian's gaze shifted towards the white-robed man standing among several others dressed similarly.
He had one palm raised, above which a golden spear floated, formed from the holy energy radiating around it.
The man's gaze remained fixed on Lucian, his surprise quickly disappearing into an expression of unmistakable hostility.
"You're causing too much trouble in our work, leech."
Lucian's lips twitched slightly as he felt a strange energy radiating from the golden spear, something that made his instincts warn him that touching the weapon might not be the wisest decision.
'It's still fin—'
"Just how many of our kin did you kill, parasite?"
A massive-looking man muttered, his deep voice resounding throughout the area as he stood among the werewolves, his enormous frame towering over the others. A couple of similarly built men stood behind him, although they were comparatively shorter.
