Wooyun was abruptly snapped out of his daze.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing—?!" Wooyun began, but the words caught in his throat.
The little creature stood between him and the warg, no larger than a fox, its translucent scales catching the sunlight as its body shimmered faintly with celestial energy. It did not growl. It did not move. It simply stood.
And the Gumiho Warg… halted.
The towering beast flinched, then whimpered low in its throat. Its ears flattened, and its seven tails lowered, the ghostly flames sputtering and dimming.
Around them, the shadow pumas, the skeletal deer, and the horned apes all began to whine and shudder, bowing their heads or slinking back into the forest as if commanded by an unseen force.
Wooyun's breath hitched. "What…?"
He looked down at the little dragon, whose body pulsed faintly with an aura unlike anything he had felt before. It was ancient. Regal. And utterly untouchable. A look of understanding flashed in his eyes.
