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I stared down at Fenrir, whose bulging eyes and gasping mouth bore a clear testament to his fear and surprise.
A flicker of disappointment trailed through my heart.
I had expected more from him. With all his talk of power and revenge, with his dramatic display of strength, I had hoped for a challenge, a worthy opponent.
I had hoped for a chance to grow stronger, to finally Level Up.
"Is this it?" I murmured, my eyes flicking across the scene, taking in the shocked bandits who looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Fey and Benard, who were still recovering from the shockwave, also appeared completely stunned.
And then there was Fenrir, lying prone and helpless beneath my power.
'Is this really all he's got?'
It was disheartening. All this preparation, all this anticipation... for what?
A display of false bravado and a pitiful whimper of defeat. It felt like a colossal waste of my time, my energy.
