Wolf watched as the black hole closed, and he instinctively knew that things had taken a turn for the worse. The thought didn't cross his mind alone. The rest of his team arrived too late to do anything, but they witnessed what happened and immediately understood the kind of trouble they had found themselves in.
"Ghost…"
The name left Beatrice's lips in a whisper, but the armored villain turned to face her, as if it had heard it. Before she could consider what to do, a crack echoed in the silence enveloping the street, and everyone's attention was drawn to Wolf.
Once again in his werewolf form, the furry hero growled at the armored villain and then lunged without hesitation. Kafka was the next to move, already drawing a white energy arrow as he prepared to stop his teammate the instant it looked like he would fall for the same trap, but then-
Nothing. There was no clash, and no black holes. The armored villain vanished just like that, leaving Wolf to land a few meters away.
