"There has to be a weak point," Lucius muttered to himself, his mind racing for a solution.
But he couldn't see any obvious vulnerability—the beast's entire body was protected by thick, black fur, making it nearly impossible to find a soft spot to exploit.
His gaze flicked to the lamplight on the floor, and a realization struck him. The light was casting shadows.
'This is it. I can finally use my shadow control,' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
He dodged the Noctivore's next lunge and quickly made a dash toward the light.
The moment he reached it, he grabbed the lamp, feeling a surge of determination as the light cast a clear shadow at his feet.
He knew what he had to do—this was his chance to turn the tide in his favor.
Lucius locked eyes with the Noctivore, its gaze calculating and predatory as it circled him, growling softly.
The creature's movements were slow and deliberate, its eyes never leaving him.
