Hundreds fell.
Confidence and anger initially, the Werewolves were now drowned in dread and fear.
Blood splattered everywhere the Silverstar Pack's claws went—there was no stopping them, and all who tried were sent instantly to the underworld. For the first time since the very start of the battle, the legion of Werewolves halted their steps.
Despite the desire for vengeance, they were forced to take suppress their predatorial sense.
No longer do these Werewolves assume an all-out brawl.
Aside from the Alpha Primes, the others weren't able to put up a good fight.
Even the royal packs—the pack of the Princes and Princesses were barely able to stand their ground. Regardless of their status, the surge of the White Omicron energy—coupled with the scorching heat from azure ice and weakening runes made it impossible to trade blows.
Doing so would only be seeking instant death.