Selma Payne's POV:
In the suburbs, on a desolate plain.
The rain made the ground muddy, and every step taken felt like thousands of tentacles clinging to the soles of my shoes. For convenience, we'd all shifted to our wolf form.
The black and gold wings on my back obviously couldn't be hidden at all, and it was extremely abrupt to shift the wolf shape without changing the leader. But still, stay quiet when it was time to stay quiet. The soldiers all focused on their way as if they didn't see anything, as if the fluorescent wings behind me were air.
Thanks to my superior vision, I could see a frog hundreds of meters away, even on a hazy night. The commotion of the chaotic battle couldn't escape my eyes, and our side, which had the advantage in numbers, was at a disadvantage. I didn't dare to delay any longer and immediately sped up to reinforce them.
