Dorlus the Seer (3)

Sensing that there was a figure behind him, Flunra began to sweat profusely.

He could already smell the scent coming from that figure, as well as the conspicuous air of malevolence, leaving no room for doubt. It was not Adhara behind him, but Dorlus, eager to do horrible things to him who was stuck in a vulnerable state right now.

Unable to move his arms away, Flunra was completely defenseless.

'Why does it have to be him...?' He muttered inwardly, cursing the bad luck they encountered.

If it was other Werewolves, then this wouldn't be this hard.

Just as he thought of that, a rapid sound of footsteps could be heard as Dorlus sprinted toward him with a sadistic smile adorning his face. Leaping up, he cloaked his claws with moonlight energy and swung his claws strongly.

Clang!

A barrier appeared, protecting Flunra from the attack.