"Squeak!"
At this moment, the Variant Species Traveling Rat King that lay on the ice layer let out another difficult squeak, trying to call the surviving Traveling Rats under its command to come and protect it.
It refused to die like this.
As long as there was a glimmer of hope for survival, it wanted to fight for it.
But there was none left,
The overwhelming Rat Tide had scattered and fled in the face of the bloody slaughter by the Wolf Pack.
Even those that hadn't fled were just hiding under the ice shards, shivering in fear of the Wolf Pack's might.
As for the King's bellowing call, it no longer had the summoning power it once did.
Without the Variant Species Traveling Rat King's Talent for control, without the support of spirit and faith, all of the Traveling Rats reverted to their innate timidity and cowardice.
Countless Traveling Rats cowered and hid under the ice shards, not daring to make a sound.
