He watched the great silver wolf as its fur began to turn dark red, as if blood were emerging from inside its body.
Adam's smile widened beneath his stained helmet.
His mind inevitably drifted back.
When the Great War broke out, he had joined the ranks of the Crown Prince amid utter chaos. The air smelled of iron and death as well. The pressure, the constant danger, the feeling that every second could be his last...
It was the same.
It had been a long time since he had felt this way.
Alive.
And standing before him was not just any enemy.
It was the beast that had nearly killed him.
The same silver wolf... now transformed into a crimson mass of fury.
A worthy opponent.
"Let's end this."
Above his head, Mana's Dharma wheel began to spin faster, absorbing the mana from the environment with an almost desperate voracity. The murderous intent emanating from Adam became tangible, heavy, making the air around him vibrate.
The wolf roared.
