In the eternal and lawless Everfree Forest at night, a tall, pitch-black changeling with white hair and blood-red eyes was surrounded by a pack of timberwolves.
There were nearly fifty timberwolves, and their number was still growing. Yet despite holding such an overwhelming numerical advantage, the pack merely circled the changeling, waiting for an opening without launching a direct attack.
Even in so perilous a situation, not a trace of fear could be seen in the changeling's blood-red eyes. His face remained largely expressionless, as though all of this were nothing more than a trivial farce.
Chapter 107