In a blink, the chain vanished, and Darius' weapon shifted once more into a long, curved blade. He darted forward, striking at the werelion king's exposed side with deadly precision.
The blade cut deep, drawing a spray of blood from the king's flank. The werelion king roared in pain, swinging his massive arm in retaliation, but Darius ducked under the blow with fluid grace, his movements efficient, like water flowing around an obstacle.
Angered by the sting of pain, the werelion king's body surged with power, and he grew even larger, towering now like a mountain over the battlefield. His fur bristled as he swung his claws downward with a force that could crush mountains.
