In the tranquil forest.
A pack of wolves that had been slumbering or frolicking by the river, licking their own fur, suddenly underwent a strange mutation!
Some were frenziedly gnawing at their own limbs, utterly oblivious to the pain and the blood splattering around, almost as if they were ready to savagely kill themselves.
Others had their eyes bloodshot, ferociously attacking their own kind around them.
The weak ones simply fell to the ground, without any signs of life.
In an instant, over a hundred Wind Wolves in this pack slipped into a state of insanity.
"Howl!"
The rest of the pack scattered in panic and disorder.
At this critical moment, their Wind Wolf King jumped onto a higher ground and let out an angry howl.
Most of the pack calmed down, but those that had fallen into madness paid no heed to their leader's commands and continued to indulge in their blood-lust.
"Howl!"
The Wind Wolf King roared again and plunged into the mad crowd.
