After silencing the Direwolves and ensuring the immediate threat was gone, Roland turned with grim focus toward the guards gathered near the wreckage.
His piercing eyes locked onto them.
"What is going on?" he asked, voice low but dangerously sharp.
"Why are there so many Direwolves out of nowhere?"
The guards stiffened, sweat rolling down their temples despite the cool wind. One of them hesitantly stepped forward, lowering his head.
"We... we don't know, My Lord."
The temperature seemed to drop instantly.
"What?" Roland's voice sharpened.
"What the hell do you mean you don't know? What is the patrol team doing out there? Haven't I asked.no… ordered—you all to maintain surveillance?"
His voice echoed like thunder, and with it, his aura erupted—a potent surge of power and murderous intent that pressed down like a mountain. The guards choked on air, many falling to one knee, their voices trembling.
"My lord, forgive us!"
"Please have mercy, Lord Roland!"
