"Six! Kill him!" Bill's eyes widened in delight as Hector suddenly dropped his guard. A chance like this was too rare to slip by.
Bill's pet completely lost control, going wild on its own. Still, a faint trace of its master's will remained, so it lunged at Hector with clear murderous intent.
It opened its jaws wide and snapped at him, but once again—it turned out to be just an afterimage. Before the beast could recover its senses, a hand suddenly clamped tightly around its maw, not letting it move an inch.
The dog thrashed, trying to break free, but the grip was simply too strong. Then, it felt danger—death itself—seeping from those hands, even through its half-lost mind.
Hector tightened his hold on the beast's jaws and twisted in the opposite direction, his hand glowing with crimson mana.
