of ghost-faced men in black, one flipped his palm, revealing a quaint, crimson longbow. His voice sounded like shattering pottery, rough and grating to the ears.The leader of the masked black-clad men...undred wolf riders present. It seemed more like an aura passed down through their totem.Let me know if you'd like to translate more text!In a chilling, battle-hungry wolf howl, over three hundred wolf...