C1771 One King Against Four Heroes

No matter how much Elder Dog struggled, the Fey Consort's hand was like an iron clamp. She held onto his arm tightly, giving him no chance to struggle.

He was like a weak ant. There was no possibility of him struggling at all.

To Elder Dog, this woman in front of him was like a god who could control the world. He had no way of breaking free from her control at all