As I walked forward towards the wolf pack, Gaia warned me to be careful. "Don't die on me, Ethan," she said, wishing me luck in my battle.
"No need to worry," I replied confidently as I continued towards the pack.
As I got closer, one of the smaller wolves noticed me and started crawling. The big one turned his head towards me and as he took a breath, I saw smoke coming out of his mouth.
- Monster name: Wolverio -
- Type: Alpha -
- Level: 15 -
- Monster name: Wolverio cups -
- Type: Cups -
- Level: 5 -
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Rolan, his brows furrowed in concern, sought out Ethan's whereabouts within the grand mansion's labyrinthine corridors. Approaching a passing maid with an air of urgency, he inquired about Ethan's location. "Where is Ethan?" Rolan's voice echoed through the opulent halls.
The maid paused in her tasks, casting a fleeting glance towards Rolan. "I saw the master leave with Lady Gaia," she responded, her tone tinged with apprehension. "They spoke of venturing into the forest to hunt monsters."
Meanwhile, on the uppermost floor of the mansion, Princess Seraphina stood silhouetted against the ornate windows, her emerald eyes widening as she overheard snippets of conversation below. Concern etched across her features like delicate lace as she descended the spiraling staircase towards Rolan and the maid.
A sudden rustle from the shadows behind Seraphina startled her, causing her to whirl around in surprise. "What—Who goes there?" she exclaimed, heart racing as a figure emerged from the darkness.
"It is only I, Ignatius," came a calm voice from the shadowy recesses. Stepping into view with an easy grace, Ignatius reassured Seraphina with a casual wave of his hand.
"I wish to witness this myself," Ignatius declared decisively, his gaze flickering between Seraphina and Rolan as he strode purposefully towards the mansion's entrance. Sensing his intent, Rolan followed suit without hesitation.
However, before they could depart unaccompanied, a plaintive cry cut through the tension-laden air. Seraphina's voice rang out urgently as she rushed after them. "Wait!" Her plea echoed down the hallways.
Halting in their tracks at her anguished call, Rolan and Ignatius turned back to face her. Tears glistened in Seraphina's eyes as she implored them to halt their departure. "Please allow me to join you," she entreated softly, her voice laced with unspoken worries and longing for connection. The vulnerability in her tone tugged at their hearts.
With a solemn nod from Ignatius granting permission for her to accompany them on their journey into uncertainty, they set forth towards the forest
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"He appears formidable," I remarked, my grip on the blade unwavering. "Delios, have my movements been restricted as well, or can I still employ the flash step?" My gaze swept the surroundings, searching for an advantageous way to initiate the impending clash. "You can still use it, but its efficacy is diminished," Delios responded. In that moment of clarity, I spotted an opening to commence the battle.
"Very well, it seems I must face this challenge alone," I declared resolutely before unleashing my skill, the Flash Step. A shroud of darkness enveloped me as I surged forward to the left, propelling myself towards a nearby tree with a swift kick to amplify my velocity. Just before landing, I pushed my speed further and executed a precise slash with my blade, severing the head of one of the smaller wolves at the edge of the pack.
In a blur of motion, I leaped back in a fluid retreat as the remaining wolves howled in fury at their fallen comrade. Their collective attention now fixed on me with heightened aggression—every predatory gaze locked onto their target. The tension crackled in the air as I braced for their retaliatory onslaught.
With calculated precision, I prepared for their next move, every sense attuned to the imminent clash that hung heavy in the forest's hushed embrace.
To my surprise, the largest wolf—the one I presumed to be the alpha—held up a paw, stopping his minions in their tracks. "Isn't this interesting?" he growled, his deep voice laced with a hint of cunning. "Two Legendary Systems duke it out for supremacy. How entertaining."
My heart skipped a beat as fear gripped me like an icy hand around my throat. How did he know about our abilities?
"How do you possess this knowledge, and what enables your ability to communicate?" I inquired, my voice steady with curiosity. My gaze fixed on Gaia, observing her as she delved into her vast reserves of information, yet found no mention of creatures capable of speech.
Amidst the silence that followed, the wolf's laughter echoed through the clearing.
- Monster name: Wolverio D Celio-
- Type: The Dark Wolf King -
- Level: 980 -
- Monster name: Wolverio cups -
- Type: Cups -
- Level: 5 -
As the wolf's sinister laughter echoed through the forest, a sudden shift in the status bar caught my eye, revealing a new name and an astonishing level: 980. My heart raced as I processed the implications of that revelation. "A 'D' in his name... could it be?" I whispered to myself, a sense of dread creeping over me.
Before I could fully comprehend the situation, a chill ran down my spine as the wolf spoke, its voice dripping with malice. "Ah, it seems you've uncovered my secret," it taunted, advancing towards me with unnatural speed. In an instant, a dark aura enveloped the creature, unleashing a violent explosion of energy that consumed the surrounding area in an ominous glow.
In a breathtaking transformation, the beast shed its fur and morphed into a human form before me. "This form suits our conversation better," he declared coldly, his gaze fixed on me as he stood proudly before his pack.
"Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Wolverio D Celio, known as the Beast King and revered as one of the fearsome Demon Gods."
His piercing eyes scanned me intently before he posed a chilling question that sent shivers down my spine. "Why do I detect within you the essence of a demon god?" His hands crackled with dark energy as he prepared to unleash a devastating sphere of malevolent power upon me, casting ominous shadows across our impending confrontation.