The fight erupted in a whirlwind of raw violence and destructive magic.
Vines shot up from the ground like black serpents, aiming for Cliff from all directions. Simultaneously, the werewolf let out a guttural howl, a sonic shockwave distorting the air, muting every sound into an oppressive hum.
Cliff gritted his teeth as the unbearable vibration rang in his skull. He pivoted just in time to avoid a tendril that would have pierced his side, but as soon as he regained his footing, another vine, faster this time, coiled around his wrist.
He slashed it cleanly, his katana radiating a trail of white flames. The moment the tendril was struck, it disintegrated with a shrill hiss, consumed by the purifying power of the flames. Cliff seized the opening and leapt forward, but the wolf was already upon him.
