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Fenrir moved in just a bit to watch the chaos unfolding in the middle of the island.

Somehow, using their own tricks, two men had beaten him there.

"What is that creature?" Gale frowned at the black hulk full of red eyes and vicious jaws.

It looked like a massive reptile with obsidian scales, standing on its hind legs and baring a lethal row of teeth at those males.

Fenrir hesitated for a moment about what to do; he hadn't been seen, and he could definitely take advantage.

"They're going to get crushed," Gale murmured, watching how the two warriors fought hard against the predator.

"I think I saw one of those in the fight... they called it a Drakmor or something... didn't Nyx make friends with a female?"

The men's own shouts told him he wasn't wrong and yes, it was one of those creatures.

"... What the hell is a Drakmor doing here?!"

"... Weren't they supposed to have made peace with the werewolves?!"

"... He must be an exile...!"

The scraps of talk between attack and defense