Even with their power enchanted and Arad weakened, Astrid and Frida still failed to effectively massage him. Their arms gave up after just a few seconds of work, it was as hard as trying to massage a tough piece of hard rubber. Even with how low Mira's healing magic output is now that she's trying to condense it into her hands, the twins still failed to keep up.
"Aren't you two supposed to be some powerful Fenrirs? How come that you can't even massage him in this situation?" Merlin looked at them with a smug smile on her face.
"He's the problem!" Astrid cried. She was right, they were powerful, far more than anyone in that room expected, but Arad was just on a whole another level. Tough muscles, hard bones, and rigid scales, even his magic was dense enough to kill someone just by standing close.
