The night was getting darker in Preston.
Under the moonlight, the Werewolves waited with their green eyes.
But in their eyes, there was confusion.
The scene of the Werewolf being burned by the flames had completely shattered their desire to attack Preston.
With that sword, they couldn't get through at all!!
They sighed in their hearts.
At the same time, they felt indignant.
Why was there such a powerful Cardinal!
Why did he have such a terrifying divine sword?!
Why wasn't this Cardinal from their Werewolf clan?
And why wasn't there such a powerful figure among their Werewolves?
Countless questions appeared in their hearts.
They could not understand why the heavens were so biased!
Every time they attacked the humans, there would always be some powerful humans who could stop them!
They were caught off guard!
But none of their questions could be answered.
