Selma Payne's POV:
The other soldiers weren't so lucky. Even though I managed to cover most of them with New Flow in time, the physical impact was still unavoidable. Some of them were knocked unconscious by the impact, and only a few awake were unharmed. The rest were more or less injured.
The only consolation was that I finished devouring all of the mutated werewolves in time. Now, the mountains of meat lying limply on the ground were no longer a threat.
Now, we only have one threat left.
How should he describe it?
The Cyclops in Greece mythology, or the terrifying sea demons that the Vikings spoke of. I'd never seen the actual appearance of those monsters, but any record of them revealed a fearsome and powerful aura between the lines. Words could not seal the permanent impact of those monsters on people's hearts, so people still remembered their true faces even after thousands of years.
