Reinhard's hand shone as a black streak rushed up from the back of his hand. Then Mimir appeared before landing on his right shoulder, and the black crow with golden horns tilted his head, golden eyes studying the charging beast.
"I don't know what this beast is." Mimir said as he blinked his eyes. "But let's call it a mutated Werefang for now. It's at Tier D."
Reinhard, Marie, and Joseph blinked in surprise as this was the first time Mimir couldn't identify a Phantasm Beast. The implications made Reinhard stare at the Mutated Werefang with curiosity and a bit of apprehension.
The mutated Werefang roared again, the sound slightly shaking the area. Then black spikes erupted from its body, over a dozen of them, rushing from its fur and flesh. Then they launched outward in all directions, becoming arrows of bone and shadow.
