The Yuimon moved with terrifying speed, its massive body covering the distance in seconds.
It caught the first wolf, its jaws closing around its body, crushing it instantly. The second wolf tried to dodge, but the Yuimon was faster, its claws tearing through its side.
The third wolf made it further, but the Yuimon was relentless, its movements fluid and efficient.
The fourth wolf, the one that hadn't run fast enough, was the last to fall. Its body crumpled under the weight of the Yuimon's attack.
The whole thing took about twelve seconds.
When it was over, the Yuimon stood over the bodies, its green eyes glowing, its jaws dripping with blood.
The wolves were dead, their bodies broken and torn. The Yuimon went back into inventory, disappearing in a flash of green light.
The archers were quiet for a moment. They had seen the Bogoarts fall, had seen Pannett's quick shot, but this was something else.
