The battlefield was entirely different from before.
For a brief moment after the summoning, everything seemed to hold its breath. It was as if everyone was waiting for the entity to move.
The time it spent motionless finally showed change when the darkness within its helmet shifted, followed by golden slits opening within.
Despite being brought into a world without any forewarning or perceived knowledge, there was no confusion in its gaze, because the conditions of its summoning had already provided it with everything it needed.
It already understood where it was, why it was called. And more importantly, it understood who the enemy was.
Its attention was about to settle on the target the cleric had designated as the primary threat.
Although the others were in danger, Fenrir had been marked as its first target, because aside from Gwen, whose fate remained unknown, the older man stood closest to losing his life.
