Earlier, Lance definitely didn't release his full presence, otherwise everyone would be dead. But those who could withstand even a hint of his aura and dared to resist were quite interesting fellows.
Lance followed the sound upwards. Counting the assets of those guys was a trivial matter for his subordinates. To him, those hounds were merely insignificant numbers on a report, so Lance wasn't particularly aware of the actual condition of these hounds.
Yet, William seemed to know who it was, and he followed as well.
Then they saw, inside that iron cage, a fully black behemoth with a size far exceeding that of normal dogs. Just at a glance, you could tell it wasn't easy to deal with, as it was as robust as a wolf or tiger.
Now, its eyes were bloodshot, appearing crimson, and its tense muscles were full of strength, as if caught in some frenzied state.
