Warlock Ch 67. Push Forward
'Grimclaw.' The name itself felt menacing, but the creature's appearance was enough to make Damian shudder. It was massive, muscles rippling under thick fur, each movement slow but powerful. The creature's claws glinted ominously, its breath coming out in thick clouds of mist.
'How am I supposed to beat that?' Damian thought, his mind racing. He wanted to shout, to complain, to tell Cassius that this was insane. But deep down, he knew it was useless. Complaining wouldn't help, and Cassius wasn't the type to take mercy. Damian knew exactly why Cassius was pushing him this hard—because in the real world, his enemies wouldn't hold back. He'd be left to face whatever came at him, no matter how terrifying or impossible it seemed.
'Alright then. No Fenrith, just me.'
