The night was deep and the cold moonlight fell on the devastated battleground, illuminating the entangled bodies of two Azure Wolves.
Python Poison?!
As soon as Hansen spoke, confusion flashed in Fenrir's eyes. She tried to stand firm, but her knees buckled involuntarily, causing her to half kneel on the ground.
She looked at the wound that had just been torn open, showing signs of some degree of corruption. The blood flowing from it had turned dark brown due to infection and emitted a foul stench.
Looking at Hansen again, she noticed a few inconspicuous sharp spikes at the tips of his claws, from which a black liquid slowly dripped, leaving ink-like marks on the ground.
Hansen stood tall like a victor, his mane gleaming coldly under the moonlight, his eyes concealed a sinister glint.
