Chapter 272. The Old Era

*** Centuries Ago ***

Festus turned to Eux with a scared look on his face. “How do we fight this creature?” he asked.

“If you have any silver with you, make use of it. It will help us because werewolves are allergic to silver. Steel sword won’t help us in this fight.”

Just then, the other wooden door of the arena opened. A young male started making his way to the arena. He was a bit younger than Festus and looks pale. “Is this the werewolf?” Festus asked with a glance at Eux.

“Don’t let the look deceive you,” Eux said and then quickly positioned the steel sword he got from the weapons rack.

The stories Festus heard about werewolves are scary but the young man is nothing close to scary. ‘Werewolves are meant to have claws and fangs and probably huge.’ He was lost when he stared down at the young male that just walked out from the other door of the arena. His pale nature made him have pity on him. As a guard, he had been trained to protect the weak and n