With a mighty bellow, the Thunderous Bloodhorn dashed toward Asher. Its eyes were fixed on him, and it could already imagine lighting him up with lightning.
When Asher saw the great beast heading towards him, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Euodias' hilt.
His eyes flickered.
Shing!
The moment he drew the sword out of its sheath, faint azure mist burst out of the beautiful sword, and it formed an illusory wolf head.
Without a second to breathe, the beast lunged at him. Asher kept sliding back until his back hit the metal bars of the gate he came out of.
Blood splattered on the ground while his arms trembled.
Almost instantly, he was covered in his own blood. His own rough breathing fell into his ears.
As his wounds closed up, his eyes grew brighter and brighter until a piercing, bone-chilling white took over.
Rumble!
