The attack didn't stop there, the crimson arc continued its trajectory unabated, heading straight for the Direwolf. It was still recoiling from the loss of its kin when the piercing glow of the crimson arc arrived. It had no time to react as the arc made contact with its flesh. One of the Direwolf's eyes, previously full of malicious intent, went dull and lifeless as it was bisected by the fatal strike, leaving the beast with a horrific, gaping wound. But the arc didn't dissipate, sinking into the DireWolf, splitting open one of its heads as if it were nothing more than a ripe melon. A grotesque mix of blood, bone, and brain matter erupted from the wound in a gory fountain, splattering onto the surrounding vegetation as the scent of fresh blood filled the air.
Awooo!
Immediately, an anguished roar echoed through the forest, the Direwolf's pain and rage reverberating through the dense foliage.
