Ulyana seized the opportunity, her movements swift and decisive. She darted forward, her staff a blur as she struck the dogs with precise blows. Her attacks, infused with the power of nature, weakened the dogs, their once-ferocious energy waning.
One by one, the dogs fell, their bodies collapsing to the ground. Ulyana, her heart racing, stood over them, her staff still glowing with residual energy. She had never felt so powerful, so in control.
Artyom quickly captured one of the fallen dogs in the cage.
"Alright, one more to go, the lead dog. Good job, Ulyana," he praised her, a proud smile on his face.
Dakrea, meanwhile, was locked in a fierce battle with the lead dog. The beast was larger and more ferocious than the others, its scarred snout and bloodshot eyes a testament to its many battles. It lunged and snapped, its teeth inches from Dakrea's throat.
