The benefits of Code D were coming to an end, not because the effects of the drug had worn off so quickly, but because Glara's body was at its limit.
Her skin was wrinkled, looking pulled and dry, as if she were a middle-aged woman, rapidly approaching her old age.
It affected her muscles and body condition as well, she could no longer act as fast and flexible as she had at the beginning of the fight, but there was no need to.
The Redcore Wolf was at his border as well as she was. All they had to do to win was to make one attack.
In a heartbeat, the Redcore Wolf appeared in front of Glara, his jaw was wide open, ready to sink his sharp fangs right into Glara's flesh.
"Good... This is roughly how I imagined it."
