Ellamaria struggled against the binding restraint of the wooden fragments that held her captive. Her snarling and growling filled the night air, a testament to her fierce determination to break free from Jaegar's grasp.
With a sudden surge of primal energy, Ellamaria's formidable strength manifested. Her muscles rippled beneath her fur-covered form as she strained against the restraints, her claws scraping against the wooden prison that held her.
As the tension mounted, the crimson squares etched on Jaegar's left hand flared with renewed intensity, a testament to the ancient magic at his command.
He maintained a calculated distance from Ellamaria, his gaze fixed on her every move, a keen strategist preparing for the inevitable clash.
