Chapter 351: The Little One’s Betrayal
"Damn it…!"
No sooner had Fenrir vanished from sight than a jagged prison of ice erupted beneath Daryl’s feet, locking him in place. Before he could recover, a massive paw slammed down on him with crushing weight. The relentless assault, combining swiftness and magic in flawless waves, left Daryl barely able to keep himself from taking critical damage. Defense was all he had left.
"Fenrir, what the hell!?" Hannah shouted post-revival, reeling from the shock. "Why are you doing this all of a sudden!?"
*Woof!*
Both she and the young Fenrir cried out, as if pleading for the onslaught to stop. But the mother beast, her eyes rolled back in a vacant white haze, showed no sign of relenting. If anything, the moment her focus on Daryl began to wane, her gaze shifted to her own cub, her stance one of imminent violence.
Tsutomu knew the truth: the parasite had taken hold, pushing Fenrir into a berserk state. But to the others, it seemed like the mighty beast had snapped without warning. Confused and shaken, Hannah, Leleia, and even Diniel hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Meanwhile, Korinna tried channeling [ and any other skill she thought would help both Daryl and the maddened Fenrir, hoping against hope to calm the rampaging creature.
Daryl, locked in one-on-one combat, narrowly evaded another surge of frost that snaked along the ground. He launched himself into a lateral dive, planting his hand mid-roll to redirect his momentum and barely avoiding the second blast of ice.
[So this is what she’s like at full strength…! She was tough even when wounded. This is on another level! That magic’s a nightmare!]
Tsutomu had intentionally avoided healing Fenrir during previous encounters. He knew how dangerous she could become once her strength returned, and he had even manipulated her into burning through her energy reserves. The beast Daryl and the others had faced earlier had been a shadow of her true self. She had been physically weakened and largely incapable of casting spells.