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Chapter 49: Wolf
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2025-04-06 13:30:54Chapter 49: Wolf
Boom! The fireball shot wide, hitting a tree instead, igniting it instantly.
The adrenaline was still pumping through me, my knees pressed into the cold, damp earth. I’d just frozen a lava demon with powers I barely understood—and still, it wasn’t over. I felt it in the air, like the tension before a lightning strike. Something worse was coming.
The half-wolf demon, though wounded, snarled and lunged at me again, faster this time. There was no time to react.
I turned my head, bracing for the impact—
But I never felt it.
Ares POV
Everything was fire and chaos.
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