Chapter 59: A bitter end

Auvin's face twisted in confusion and alarm. "What is this?" he muttered, taking a step back, his grip loosening slightly.

The pressure, the energy, the bloodlust—it was all way beyond anything the old general had ever felt.

The monster was merely exuding its presence before them, yet it was as if all their strength was being siphoned away.

Auvin's feet trembled as he stared into the deep blue eyes of the white-maned wolf.

With golden lightning dancing all around it, the threat it exuded was something even a swordmaster like him couldn't simply dismiss.

Not long after, the hand gripping Snow's neck finally let go as Auvin's entire attention shifted to the wolf.

Snow, equally confused and trembling, gasped for breath, coughing and struggling to get back up. Her eyes widened with each moment as she stared at the wolf.

GRRRR!!!!