Lynnor's gaze locked onto the beast without hesitation. Her eyes narrowed, calculating the precise moment to strike. She moved with lethal grace, her arm snapping out to unleash her blade.
It shot through the air, gleaming as it extended, coiling around the wolf like a serpent. The blade hummed with an almost eerie energy, vibrating in the air, its presence a tangible weight that seemed to cut through the very atmosphere.
The wolf snarled, thrashing with wild fury, its body weakening against the tightening coil of the blade. Its fur bristled, hackles raised, but the blade didn't budge.
Lynnor's control over it was unwavering, and the weapon constricted with relentless precision. The wolf's struggles were futile, its massive form squirming in an attempt to break free. But the more it fought, the tighter the blade coiled, the vibrations intensifying until the very air seemed to hum in response.
