He looks up to see what suddenly attacked him, expecting to see the owl, but instead, what he sees is a pack of wolves dangerously lurking around him. Their dark eyes glow an odd yellow light, and Armel feels an odd sensation of crisis.
He tries to stand up to run away again, but a sharp light suddenly envelops the wolves who go rabid. As if they have been thirsting for his blood for centuries, they rush to him as if their lives depended on it.
Armel can only widen his eyes confusedly. He feels extremely unwilling in his heart.
He just escaped death by a stroke of luck, only to meet it right at the next step. Is there such a thing in the world? Is fate playing with him?
But there is nothing one can do against the will of fate. It isn't long before the pained screams of Armel fill the forest.
After a while, the area becomes deadly quiet.
A minute passes, and soon wails of the wind deafen the silence at once.
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