The dark forest of the Sloth Domain trembled with anticipation, its trees groaning under the tension of what was to come. Petne stood unmoving, his crimson eyes narrowed, focusing on every shift in Lucian's stance.
The werewolf, in his full, towering form, emanated an aura that warped reality itself. Blue energy pulsed in strange patterns along Lucian's fur, flowing through lines of gold and blue that wrapped around his hulking form like veins of lightning.
The ground crackled under his feet as he readied himself to strike, the air around him distorting with each pulse of his strange energy.
Petne felt a flicker of recognition. 'That blue energy... it's designed to target beings like me. Dangerous.' His gaze sharpened, his mind racing to calculate every possible outcome, every response he could use to counter.
