Bab 473: Prisoners' Paradise

Instead of answering the question, he went straight to the point, his voice echoing with solemness as his frame brightened like a second sun.

"Let's make it easy for both of us. Let the dwarves leave and sit to negotiate or eat my fists until your face turns black and blue."

"Oh? It's not just a mere enchantment. You have solar affinity."

Soma's eyes narrowed as his fist blurred back in the blink of an eye, whistling through the air and ready to strike again. 

Yet, he had seen the slight movements of his adversary's shoulder and muscles. Simultaneously, he stopped pushing, making Soma's plan to throw him off balance ineffective.

Instead, he remained firmly anchored on the ground, his burning eyes fixed on the hesitating werewolf.

A tense silence settled as the noises attracted the other werewolves to the scene. Soon, several hundred of them shifted, assuming their battle form and ready to help their leaders.