"Die, you lowly human!" The Werewolf screamed and attacked; the old man wished he could defend himself, but he could not.
He is spent, he has used everything he had, but it is not enough.
Till now, he had been quite lucky; it is not like he had not come across any strong enemies, he had, but all of them were either killed by him, or he fought against them long enough that they gave killing him; the reason he had been lucky because he did not come across any Grand Lords.
He had heard there were Grimms Grand Lords, this place had produced at least four of them, but he was lucky enough to not come across any till now.
He had thought he would pass this challenge too and might even excel at it, given he had special advantages in a place like this, but it seemed like his luck rang out.
