Devil's Den
Editor: Atlas Studios
Snow fell, and the cold wind howled.
A figure stood against the wind. He had black hair and eyes, and his physique was like that of a pine tree that was firmly rooted in the snow.
Although he had a handsome face, his calm eyes revealed a glint that did not match his true age. It was as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life for thousands of years and had gained wisdom over the years.
Following their leader, the surrounding dire wolves also shrank to the size of wolves and quietly prostrated themselves on the ground.
There was no need to spell it out with words. Under the lead of the clan leader, the dire wolves had unconditionally submitted to the human in front of them.