Meanwhile, Elreth's battle was a thrilling showcase of strength and courage. She faced the other Ouroboros knight as his body twisted and morphed into something fierce. Fur sprouted, his spine stretched long, and his hands grew into wicked paws with claws shimmering as if charged by wind. He transformed into a mighty lupine demon—a Werewolf-Demon with glowing eyes filled with fierce, but controlled rage.
Elreth didn't react with fear, but with a big, joyful grin. This was her scene. An honest, gritty fight against a powerful, physical opponent. No ghostly tricks, no political games. Just fire and fang.
"At last, something I can actually hit!" she chuckled, twirling her spear, which erupted into a brilliant, roaring column of orange and gold flames.
The Werewolf-Demonized human charged at her, a flash of grey fur and slicing wind. Elreth met him head-on. Her spear spun into a whirlwind of its own.
Clash! Shriek! Hiss!
