A tidal wave of strange pitch-black wolf-man beasts sprawled out in a squashed-up mess, their jagged yellow teeth were rared and their spit dribbled down their chins that were infested with thick hazel fur.
A sea of deafening HYATs spilled out from the thundering pile of wolf-men.
Their vicious verdant eyes now seemed lifeless as they toppled over each other to crash through the now-empty doors.
Julius cursed. He had cursed a lot today, maybe he would soon become a witch.
"Yevian. Run away."
Yevian stood by his side perfectly still.
"YEVIAN? RUN."
He attempted to push Yevian away but all failed.
It was then that Julius realized that there was no sound.
He looked forwards.
The bombardment of strange wolf-men had been frozen.
Not just that, but time itself had halted to a stop.
Soon a sound of glasses clinking sounded from behind Julius.
Julius' figure snapped back instantly.
