The black flames that extended out were like tendrils, curling toward Kael with the roar, ready to engulf him at any moment.
Jonathan, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't give it an opportunity. He rushed over right away, wielding his long spear with great force, tearing through the flames with a whirlwind, and struck the Wolf King heavily. Visibly, a large dent appeared in its fur.
But in the next second, its cracked body puffed up again as if inflated.
Its huge claw ultimately did not catch Kael; instead, Kael, pulled by the thread, landed safely on its forepaw.
Kael smiled without showing his teeth, lowered his head, and an illusory tendril in his hand whipped directly at the Wolf King's paw. Then, lights of magic glowed from both of his hands.
The Wolf King's eyes appeared confused for a moment but quickly became clear again. It tried to grab Kael.
But by this time, Kael had already been pulled away again by the magic silk thread.
