Still... He endured. One wolf fell. Then another. Then the third.
With every exchange, his understanding deepened. He stopped trying to follow their movements and instead focused on the fabric of space itself. The instant before each displacement, he sensed the faint disturbance left behind by the collapsing distance.
It was only a fraction of a second. But that fraction was enough. The final Rift Wolf lunged.
But Stan was already moving.
Both Bloodfangs crossed in a crimson arc, one deflecting the beast's claws while the other pierced straight through its heart.
The wolf collapsed.
"Finally." Stan dropped to one knee, drawing ragged breaths as the adrenaline slowly ebbed from his body.
Only then did the voice return. "Clever. I thought I would have to guide you like last time."
