As the wolves retreated rapidly, Val's eyes flashed with cold disdain.
The wolves thought they could just mess with him and run when the situation turned unfavorable for them, but how could there be such a good deal in the world?
In his world, once you crossed the devil, the only outcome was death.
He thought it was laughable that the wolves thought otherwise.
"Did I allow you to leave?" Val spoke in a voice that was ice-cold.
At the sound of it, the wolves shivered, suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding. They couldn't explain why, but a feeling of immense danger engulfed them as if the ominous scythe of the grim reaper was hanging above their neck.
They glanced back and saw that Val hadn't moved an inch from his spot.
A considerable distance separated them now.
Immediately, they felt a bit relieved.
There was no way he could attack them from so far away, right?
