Selma Payne's POV:
Dorothy shook the golden bell, and it let out a musical and clear sound. "This is one of Mullwica's relics. She recorded in her diary that there was a slice of a supreme demon's soul inside, which could effectively dispel other demons. We'll talk about it later. We have to go now!"
We picked up the injured on the ground and quickly ran out. On the way, I found that the golden threads had disappeared. This must be some defense set up by the ancient witches. Dorothy found a way to break it in Mullwica's notes.
The deformed wolves guarding in the snow were still aimlessly in a daze. Perhaps because the archpriest who controlled them had fainted, they seemed a little restless.
"What should we do with these wolves? Is there any way to restore them?"
