He raised his right hand.
Aether surged from Xavier's Ethercore, coursing with violent grace through the Etherlines embedded in his arm. His palm began to glow—an ethereal, ominous blue that shimmered like a diamond in the darkest of nights.
The wolves flinched, instinctively recoiling as their primal senses registered the overwhelming surge of lethal energy.
The Leader Wolf's eyes widened, its muscles frozen in place as the human's fist hovered above it like the judgment of the Grim Reaper. The air itself seemed to still. The aura pouring out from Xavier was suffocating—sharp like a blade, heavy like a boulder, and deathly cold.
And yet… the Leader did not resist.
It closed its eyes.
It did not snarl. Did not twitch. It did not even breathe louder.
It accepted death. If that was the will of the human before it, then so be it.
'Trying to be calm, eh? Let's see if you can stay calm now!' Xavier thought, eyes narrowing.
WHOOSH!
