"COME OUT, YOU FUCKERS!" Rowan yelled.
The soldiers turned to look at him with confused expressions on their faces.
'Why is Lord Rowan screaming like that?'
'Is this how Lord Rowan plans to draw out monsters? How did he even think this would work?'
'Who is Lord Rowan talking to?'
They were all confused, but they only voiced their questions inwardly.
To them, Rowan's scream was just like any other scream, with no sort of supernatural effects whatsoever. If they could use one word to describe his scream, they would even call it annoying.
It was definitely loud but not loud enough to reach a considerable distance to draw out the monsters lurking—at least, this was what they thought.
On the other hand, far away from Rowan and his soldiers, a pack of demonic wolves could be seen sitting quietly around a small cave. The other wolves were resting around the cave, while the leader sat atop it, scanning the area with bloodthirsty eyes, waiting for prey.
