Chapter sixty Three: lowly dog of the underworld.

"No...." Elsa felt a huge wave of dizziness, and then followed was a sharp, piercing pain coming from her hand, which successfully clears her head. And when she regained her senses she was already grabbing on the small part of the lycan's claws that wasn't buried in Caspian bodt, restricting any more movement.

With blood dripping from her hand she poured every single strength she could muster into the grip and then *crack*

The lycan howled in agony as his claws shattered like fragile glass, staggering some feet back.

Elsa didn't give it a chance to retreat, with her fist tightly clenched, she threw a powerful punch which sent the lycan rolling more than ten feets away, kicking up dust as it's body collapsed heavily on the ground.

Her gaze quickly shifted to Caspian who stood stiff with a blank expression on his face, if not for the broken claws still embedded on his chest, he looked no different from normal.

"Caspian—!!" Elsa hurriedly supported him as his figure crashed to the gr