Fenrir King, Core

－From the Perspective of Core, Who Is Mistaken for a Wolf－

Feeling my master's unprecedented, immense magic spread across the entire forest, I left my den. A membrane of my master's magic was slowly descending from the sky.

I hurriedly searched for my master and found them just as they were about to fall backward.

"Master!"

I rushed over, but my master seemed to be checking their body with a surprised expression.

All the while, an unbelievable amount of magic continued pouring out of my master.

If my master ran out of magic, they would die.

I gently placed a forepaw on my seated master's leg and shook them, but they didn't stop the spell, and anxiety gripped me.

When the magic that had covered the forest vanished deep underground, the outpouring of magic stopped.

But my master seemed to have used up a tremendous amount of magic, and their face was very pale...