This was another strange thing Michael had noticed about the Level 3 region.
The wolves here were somehow unwilling to retreat, even when facing certain death. Michael could only attribute it to the special nature of whatever lay within the barrier.
Gray energy gathered around the wolf's remaining claws. The surrounding air split apart beneath the pressure.
Beginning stood opposite it. Its condition didn't look much better, at least visually. Large chunks of flesh were missing from its torso. Green acidic blood continuously dripped onto the earth.
Sssssss!
The ground dissolved wherever the blood landed. Yet Beginning's aura, though it hadn't reached a first-stage burst, was considerably stronger than when the battle had started.
The wolf seemed to sense this as well. Its remaining crimson eye carried a faint trace of unease.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
BOOOOOOM!
