The wolves sensed the extreme, dreadful premonition, but it was too late to react as a weapon most were all too familiar with was revealed.
Unlike most humans who might doubt the power or presence of a gun in Arcana, beasts were too simple-minded to think that far. Those yet to pounce whimpered, taking fearful steps backward — and as for those in the air?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A torrent of rapid-fired bullets killed their momentum mid-air. The bullets were so fierce that a single one plowed through two to three wolves before losing momentum, some even mowing down those who hadn't yet attacked.
Crimson red blood sprayed like geysers, and chunks of meat and organs flew across the rocky scape.
The wolves whined and whimpered in agony as they rapidly struggled to retreat.
Their fierce momentum died out like flickering embers doused with sea-cold water.
