"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"...
Suddenly, one after another, fey from the Tusk Clan burst forth, transforming into streaks of afterimages, whipping up sounds of breaking air as they assaulted Altoria.
"...Huh?"
It was as if Altoria felt something in the depths of oblivion, turned her head, and looked to the side.
What met Altoria's gaze were the fey of the Tusk Clan, their faces twisted in ferocity, and their eyes filled with brutality, launching their surprise attack on her.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
The werewolf fairies showed no mercy as they swung their sharp claws toward Altoria's head, heart, abdomen, and various other vital points.
This was unreasoning violence.
This was undisguised malice.
Altoria, with eyes that could see through the heart of mortals, at that moment, saw the malice unleashed from the hearts of the fey of the Tusk Clan.
The malice formed into a storm, enveloping Altoria within, making the girl feel almost nauseous.
