The aftermath of their clash left the air charged with residual energy, crackling like the remnants of a storm. The Wolf King's displeasure was evident despite his successful defense, a subtle indication of the human's unexpected resilience. The use of his hammer against an opponent deemed inferior by a significant margin hinted at a deeper undercurrent of tension and unresolved conflict.
Zuzhit's fury was palpable as he clenched his teeth, issuing a solemn vow with fervor, "Obnoxious human, trespassing into our sacred grounds and daring to challenge me. Today, I swear to rip out your heart, feast upon it, enslave your soul, and display your head as a trophy beyond the willow trees' boundary." His words resonated with a chilling determination, setting the stage for a fierce confrontation to come.
"Good! I'm thinking the same to harvest your essence core." Then Damien muttered, "Tell me how much grade your essence core will be."
