Liam, gripping his talon strike firmly, stood face-to-face with the blazing werewolf. The werewolf's thick fur, a deep shade of crimson, bristled with every movement, the flames that blazed around its claws casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated walls of the building.
The fierce luminescence from the beast's body painted the room in a flickering glow, giving it a hellish ambiance.
But what captivated Liam most was the werewolf's rapid healing ability. The gash he'd inflicted moments earlier was already sealing itself up, the torn flesh knitting together at an unnatural speed.
Understanding that he needed to end this quickly, Liam invoked his "strength augmentation." However, unlike in his trials, where the transformation had been more pronounced, this time, the changes were subtler.
