The night was getting darker, and the moon was shining so bright, reflecting on the lake's surface. But it faded when the surge of energy collided. The wind blew the surface and forwarded to the woods. A few Trunks were knocked Down. They were making a big blow off the dust. Many nocturnal animals retreated from their nests. The crows flew out, afraid of the terrifying aura. Their instinct as weak creatures pushed them to flee.
The two of them fought again, tearing each other and incising wounds. The moon that had sunk behind the gray clouds slowly came into view—giving bright light to the battle, shining like a filtering bridge to the sky.
So who will win? Alex or Fenrir. Their powers were equal.
Yerin came, sharing her soul to complete Fenrir's power in Ronan's body. The she-wolf glanced at Alex to not blame her for helping Fenrir. To Yerin, Fenrir was her mate, and she couldn't see Fenrir getting hurt.
"Tck, It's getting hard," Alex grumbled.
