Chapter 445 Claws and Consequences

The moment the five mechanical Lycans launched their attack, ice spiked from Voren's palm, forming a shield in an instant.

The lead Lycan’s claws screeched across the surface, the sound piercing, metallic. Voren caught the scent of leaking oil from its joints—no trace of sorcery. These were pure mechanical creations, forged by the Umbra-Veil Pack.

“Just scrap metal,” Voren sneered.

With a surge of