Its fur was a burnished orange, deeper and more vivid than the pale white of the first, with black dotted markings that clustered along its shoulders and back like scorched embers. The lightning curling around its frame shimmered hotter, more volatile. Less like a storm and more like a wildfire barely contained beneath skin and fur.
[Analyze] flashed across my vision for a moment.
Level 45.
Higher than the last.
But somehow, I doubted it would matter. Not against that skill. Zivra's Mindbreaker had killed the first one mid-air, silenced it before it even landed. If she had enough strength left to activate it again, this beast might be walking to its grave.
The leopard took slow, deliberate steps until it stood just a few feet from her. Then it paused and sniffed, its nose twitching as its whiskers sparked.
"Goblin," it said, voice low and curious, "why do you reek of the blood of one of my kind?"
