What are they fighting for without a target?
Some werewolves instinctively attempted to strike out at others present at the scene.
At that moment, a robust voice echoed from the rear.
"Everyone, stop. It's over..."
From afar, the Tyrant was slowly pacing forward with a few of his confidants, issuing this command to his pack in as calm a tone as he could muster.
When the Red Sickle Girl failed to enter the barrier earlier, he had dared to nurture a sliver of hope.
Yet, just as fast as it sprung, his hope was dashed.
It appeared that the other party had its reserve candidate ready. With just a simple teleportation spell, they had easily bypassed their isolation tactic. No internal strife ensued due to the City Lord, and so the handover of the crystal fragment was swiftly completed.
From this point on, everything was set in stone. They were fighting for a lost cause.
Having finished speaking, the Tyrant lifted his gaze to the barrier interior.
