The other followers of the Goddess of Wine were paralyzed with fear at the bloody and brutal scene before them, their legs trembling as they stared.
Emil had been their highest authority, second only to the Envoy of Wine, and now he had been devoured by the giant wolf in front of them.
The psychological impact was immeasurable.
"Revenge for the grand archpriest!"
After a moment of terror, the remaining followers steeled themselves and charged at the wolf, undeterred by death.
Fenrir glanced at them, and black mist emanated from him, pressing toward the mages and trapping them like a swamp, immobilizing them.
"Who is this Envoy of Wine that the old fool mentioned?"
The wolf did not immediately kill them but demanded coldly.
Emil's surprising strength had been enough to cause him a slight concern.
