Selma Payne's POV:
My superior vision allowed me to see their every move. Their sinister faces, strange movements, nauseating appearances, and... The cracks on the light cocoon looked like ice breaking.
The light cocoon...
How could it be a light cocoon?
In an instant, memories of the war between the werewolves and Adele's attack on Sivir Academy flooded me. A warning light flashed in my mind, warning me: It was dangerous! It was dangerous! It was dangerous!
It was certain that no matter what kind of monster would be hatched from the cocoon of light, if it had the powerful ability of the Wolf-Witch War, destroying a city would only take a few hours.
It was too late to stop it from hatching. The visible patterns gradually grew around the cocoon, and the fine residue indicated that the monster in the light cocoon was about to break out of the shell. At this time, the other party was slightly more than a thousand meters away from Garland City.
