"Look what I found?"
"A damned, cowardly, honorless deserter!"
Contrary to Gallio's imagination, to the eyes of these deformed "Werewolves", those who haven't drunk the magic potion are as conspicuous as the sun in the night.
Perhaps it's from often drinking this potion, or perhaps it's an extraordinary talent, the man appearing behind him is very different from his deformed companions, with muscles so robust they seem to burst through his clothes, black hair growing all over, an elongated jawbone, a bloody mouth, and bits of flesh hanging from his fangs.
Most likely not an enemy.
Because the enemies haven't even climbed the city walls.
He's from the City Guard Army... the Supervision Team!
He looks like a genuine werewolf, a product pieced together from the malformed body parts of those "defective products".
It's over!
I'm going to die!
Gallio's mouth dropped open in terror, his body slumped on the ground, moving backward uncontrollably.
