The Arctic Lynx eventually lost its ability to fight back and it could only lay there on the ground completely exhausted.
It looked up at the shadow version of itself with a fearful look, wondering just where it had gotten this power from.
But the shadow version didn't let it just lay there.
With a single swing of its dark ice claw, the shadow version cut right through the Arctic Lynx's throat, causing it to bleed out to its death.
Even in the final moments of its life, the Arctic Lynx never would have imagined that it would die like this. Its master had given it to this shop to be trained, but this shop had sent this creature to kill it…
No matter how it thought about it, this didn't seem right!
It had been brought here to train, not to be killed like this!
It was unwilling, it wasn't willing to die just like this!
