Fenrir rampaged back and forth through the horde of beasts, changing direction at sharp angles as if defying the laws of physics, carving out countless destructive zig-zags.
The sharp claws of the azure wolf slashed repeatedly, and the turbulent currents it generated converged into invisible tidal waves. Any beast, regardless of size or rank, shattered upon contact. The debris of beasts and building fragments were caught up in the hurricane, scattered everywhere.
As Fenrir once again stood firm, thousands of beasts around the corridor had all turned into fragments, with not a single one left alive. Only the towering figure of the Wolf King stood in the center of the sea of blood, its dark purple eyes the sole remaining trace of color.
Once the area around Fenrir was cleared, the single-soldier aircraft that had followed her began to land.
