Karma : Kill me or Love me
At the hall’s center stood Iron Fang—a towering wolf nearly ten feet tall, his iron-like skin gleaming, his crimson eyes blazing with fury and intelligence.
Mirai and I gaped. “He’s… massive,” I whispered, a sudden knot of fear tightening in my chest.
“Holy cow, he’s like a house!” Mirai exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. “I can handle this! Let’s go, Mr. Karma!”
Before I could protest, Mirai charged, her sword glowing with holy energy as she struck Iron Fang. The impact rang like thunder, but the wolf didn’t flinch—his skin was impervious, and Mirai’s attack was as effective as a fly buzzing against a boulder.
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