"What is Woolvharath?" Arin wondered. But he did not have to wait long to get an answer to his question when a giant black sheep arrived in front of them.
The way the ground shook as the towering sheep demon appeared left no doubt—it was THE Woolvharath.
Looking at its opponents, Woolvharath let out a deafening roar, terrifying enough to intimidate and demoralize people, making them quake in their boots.
Its crimson eyes glowed with anger and vengeance.
Those wicked, cruel eyes locked onto Arin and his friends.
Its massive, muscular frame towered over Arin, Ragna, and their ghoul companions.
The most disturbing aspect was the strange dark wool covering the beast. It exuded an unsettling vibe. It was darker than the darkest night, yet it seemed to shine faintly, as if it were continuously absorbing the ambient energy around it. The dark wool seemed alive, its strands wriggling disturbingly.
