Chapter 78 – A City Full of Fur
My steps were firm as I approached the large wooden gates that surrounded this Werewolf town. I didn’t hide, nor did I conceal my presence. There was no reason to. The weak would flee, the foolish would try to fight, and the rest... would soon learn who I really was.
As soon as the two guards saw me approaching, their reactions were swift. One of them immediately raised a large wooden spear tipped with black metal. The other let out a loud howl, calling for reinforcements from within the town. Their ears stood upright, their eyes glowing with alertness.
But it was all in vain.
With a single flick of my hand, a black chain whirred out from beneath the sleeve of my gown. Its serrated tip shot forward like a venomous snake, impaling them both mercilessly. They were lifted into the air briefly before crashing lifelessly to the ground.
I stepped forward, undisturbed. I reached out my hand, and with one powerful strike, the wooden gates shattered into pieces. Fragments of wood scattered across the entranceway. The sound of the destruction echoed throughout the town, drawing the attention of every resident.
A few seconds later, panicked screams began to rise from within.
The Werewolves near the gate turned and froze. Their faces went pale, their ears drooping in fear. Not one of them raised a weapon. Instead, they turned and ran as fast as they could, crashing into each other in their desperate attempt to flee.
I raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.
"Hmm... I thought they’d attack me right away," I muttered, watching the small chaos unfold. "Turns out they’re running away like frightened chicks."
But the uproar didn’t last long.
A few minutes later, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the direction of the town center. I turned, spotting a group of Werewolves different from the ones before. Their bodies were larger and more muscular, their fur neatly trimmed.