Why is it getting stronger? It's as if I'm facing a different monster entirely—one competing against me, one evolving right in front of my eyes."
His eyes narrowed, fixing on the wolf. The memory of its midair dodge burned in his mind. The way it avoided my strike… that's what annoys me even more than the bite. That wasn't instinct. That was thought.
The red wolf stood unnervingly still now, its glowing eyes locked on him, waiting. Not like a beast obeying orders—but like a predator biding its time for the kill, awaiting a single command from its master.
Doro clenched his bleeding wrist. No… this fight is different. She's not just summoning. She's turning them into something else.
"When did all that confidence you had earlier go, huh? You told me to come at you—but why are you shaking?" Cora taunted, her voice sharp with amusement.
