Oren took off his artifact and relayed his message to Julia, who proceeded to summon the shadows and the goblins for him. Soon, over two hundred soldiers fell from the sky into the valley, filling it with their size and unusual forms.
The wolf howled at them, and its claws dug into the soil. Oren stood there with Yuran and the rest as the goblins stared with fear at the giant monster. Despite outnumbering it, no one dared to be brave.
"How are you still alive after receiving an attack that almost killed the emperor?" asked Alan as he walked toward them, his armor clinking away. Oren was silent as he realized this fact as well.
"Although the impact was powerful, I have no wounds like the emperor. Although this wolf is wrathful, it might mean that it can tell enemies from foes."
"Maybe there is a simpler explanation to that," said Yuran as he charged his gun and aimed it. "The wolf might be stronger against its targets, as befitting its sin."
