Sylvia's POV:
I blew the whistle as soon as I saw my vision was becoming blurry. To my delight, Rin was able to return at the sound of the whistle despite the dense fog.
Noreen yelled something in the thick fog.
It worked! I was pleasantly surprised and followed the voice.
"Damn it! You stupid wolf, let go of me!" Noreen was exasperated. It was unusual to see her looking that disheveled.
Even the most powerful black witches were not particularly effective in close combat.
Most of the wizards and witches who could only rely on potions and spells feared engaging in close combat the most.
There had once been a study of different bloodlines and races. It showed how the wizards ' and witches' chances of winning in close combat were practically zero when they lacked the potions and time to cast a spell.
This was because they needed some time to recite a spell.
Before they could even finish the incantation, they would have already been knocked over to the ground.
I ran to Noreen and interrupted her curse coldly, "She is not just some wolf. She rules over a pack of wild wolves and is far more sensible and smarter than you." "I don't care who she is. Ask her to let me go!"
At this time, the thick fog completely dissipated. Rin nipped Noreen's arm and majestically stood on her torso with her entire forelimb so the latter couldn't get away.
"Great job, Rin!" I didn't hesitate to praise Rin.
Upon hearing this, Rin's enthusiasm intensified. She pressed her whole body on Noreen.
Because of the pain, her pale and livid face now turned red. She looked at me fiercely in pain. "Sylvia, I wanted to help you, but is this how you're repaying me?"
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