Soon the cave itself seemed to warp. Shadows stretched and folded as a myriad of figures bloomed across every corner, clinging to the walls and ceiling like living afterimages.
The moon bear's illusions were not meant to strike him directly. They pressed, crowded, and suffocated the senses, bending distance and direction until instinct began to rot.
Enzo steadied his breathing. His gaze snapped forward, locking onto the real body beneath the chaos, and he moved. A small dark dagger slid silently into his palm as if it had always been there.
"Roar!!"
The beast roared first, its massive frame tensing as though it felt the blade before it arrived. Muscles tightened, fur bristled, bones grinding beneath sheer force.
Its build was far too large to dodge cleanly. At the final moment, the tyrant chose violence over evasion and met the assault head on.
"Booom!!"
