The blood that was splashed from the black Lycan scattered on the ground.
The trail of blood extended all the way to where the black Lycan fell.
Dragon-Erend immediately flies to it. The surrounding Lycans tried to run to reach him to stop him.
There was one Lycan who went to the black Lycan. That Lycan has silver fur, or actually almost white as snow.
When it was next to the black Lycan, it sniffed its head with a soft squeak.
Dragon-Erend saw that and felt a little hesitation.
He had heard the word Lycan in his own world. It's a word that means werewolf. Or something like that.
If indeed they are werewolves, that means there is some kind of humanity in them. It's not just bloodthirsty beasts that want to kill.
Realizing that he might kill his fellow humans, made Erend feel a little hesitation and confusion.
The indecision made him not focus on the goal in front of his eyes or what was around him.