Special individuals from the Whitewolf clan were blessed with unique abilities that could make them powerful fighters.
Of course, it mostly depended on how well they perfected and utilized these abilities in battle. Having immense power was pointless if it couldn't be used effectively against one's enemies.
Evan was a unique kind of Whitewolf demi-human who wielded an aura called Moonfang, which she coated over her claws.
Its main purpose was to make her claws sharper, enhance her physical abilities, and poison her targets.
Yes, the Moonfang aura also had poisonous properties. This way, when hunting prey that was particularly difficult or fast, even a simple scratch could make them easier to capture.
When the Moonfang aura came into contact with blood or flesh, it targeted the nervous system, draining the energy from the opponent's body faster.
For example, if the enemy exerted more energy in their attacks, they would exhaust twice as quickly as normal, weakening them further. This allowed the Moonfang aura to eat away at their flesh until they were no longer breathing.
As for the red-haired woman whose head she had just slashed off, Evan had simply gathered the Moonfang aura at her thighs like a combustion engine and released it, remarkably increasing her speed to 50 steps per second.
'May your soul rest in peace,' Evan thought, paying respect to the woman she had just killed.
Evan didn't enjoy bloodshed, but she had to do it, or her own life would have been in danger.
It was a choice between the woman's life and her own, and we know what the answer would be.
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"Amazing display of pure speed," Azrael praised.
Evan's attention turned towards him, and her face twisted in disgust, which only deepened when she saw the crimson liquid sprayed and dripping from his mouth.
"Did you eat him, you lunatic?!!" Evan shouted.
Azrael tore a piece of Tan's clothing, wiped his face with it, and tossed it back onto Tan's unmoving, blood-stained body.
"Of course not," Azrael said. "I only ripped out his heart and ate it."
"Just so you know, the taste was horrible. Could've used more salt."
"Is cannibalism something you do often?" Evan asked.
"Yes. I wasn't human in my past life—I was a deity. Eating my opponents' hearts is a mark of victory. At least I gave that weak fellow a respectable death," Azrael said, recalling the so-called fight from ten minutes ago that had lasted only two seconds.
Tan had charged at him, but as soon as he got within range, Azrael slapped him so hard that his brain ruptured, killing him instantly.
Then Azrael proceeded to feast on his heart—pretty much the entire fight.
Azrael gently leaped over the corpses and walked to the counter of the shop. He opened a wardrobe where he saw gold coins stacked up.
"Oh! Lucky me! I'll take it," Azrael said, before summoning a skill he'd used in the past.
He wasn't entirely sure it would work, but it couldn't hurt to try, right?
Thick black smoke appeared around his left hand, swirling like flames in the night, thick and slimy but light as a feather.
[Skill activated: Abyssal Maw]
-20% BC
[Body Capacity: 10%]
[Abyssal Maw: This skill enables the wielder to open a spatial rift in the atmosphere, connecting to the void within the host's soul to store both objects and living beings.]
'System, why didn't I get anything from killing that human? Couldn't I at least have gained an increase in body capacity?'
[The host could easily crush a champion; a frail human posed no real threat. Quests and rewards are only given when facing enemies at a Demigod level or higher.]
Opening a rift in space, Azrael summoned a void that consumed everything nearby.
A black hole-like force pulled objects in like a vacuum, and with a wave of his hand, everything was gone, and the rift closed.
Azrael had used this skill to store countless items in his past life as a celestial. With a soul of a dark god, he was able to store practically anything.
In other words, his Abyssal Maw was limitless.
If a human possessed this skill—even a god—they would face limitations on what they could store.
But as the creator, Azrael was bound by no such restrictions.
"What was that?" Evan asked, shocked as she watched a tear appear in the atmosphere and swallow all the objects in the shop, leaving only the two dead bodies.
"Just a skill for storing objects—nothing special," Azrael replied.
"Whoa, can you teach me?" Evan asked excitedly.
Azrael's blunt response crushed her enthusiasm. "Heh, with your weak soul? You'd be ripped apart from the inside, hehehe."
"Hm! Anyway, let's get out of here," Evan said, annoyed, as she left the shop.
Since the woman was dead, the barrier that had been protecting the place had vanished along with her.
Azrael sighed and followed behind her.
Thanks to Tan's brief "tour," they'd familiarized themselves with some parts of the area and had even spotted an inn.
The harsh sun was setting, though it seemed a protective barrier absorbed 90 percent of the heat radiation over the city.
This explained why the sun wasn't as blazing and life-threatening as it was in the desert beyond.
They arrived at the inn, a three-story building with the same brick exterior as the pawnshop, painted a plain milky white.
From the outside, it looked unremarkable, but the moment they stepped in, they were awed by the sophisticated Eastern-inspired decor.
The floors were padded with soft red carpets, and the tapestries were intricately decorated, creating a wave-like effect with fluid, undulating patterns.
A sparkling, diamond-shaped chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that brightened the now-dim interior, courtesy of the sunset.
The inn was bustling with people flaunting expensive jewelry and engaging in idle conversation.
Azrael and Evan made their way to the reception area to rent rooms for their stay.
Initially, the receptionist eyed them as if they'd wandered into the wrong place, assuming they were out of their league.
However, she immediately changed her demeanor when Azrael casually waved his hand, making gold coins appear.
A large smile spread across her face as she asked.
"Which rooms would you like to rent?"
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