Chapter 54: A Crushing Victory
As the terrain shifted, the Moon Wolf used its final trump card, the Moon’s Grace, growing his attributes by 50% for three minutes, more than enough time to end the battle.
The already towering wolf stood taller, its body leaner and sharper, radiating with spectral light that gleamed off its fur like polished steel.
Its muscles coiled tighter, growing not only his brute strength but also giving him terrifying speed. The air bent faintly around it from the visible aura it radiated, and mist clung to its body like a living shroud.
This was its true form, blessed by the bloodline that gave the beast its name.
But Vlad did not flinch.
The ground beneath them was a fragmented graveyard of shattered ice. The Silver Howl had torn apart the battlefield, flooding the frozen lake with surging, frigid water.
Chunks of broken frost bobbed and shifted, sharp edges rising like the teeth of buried blades. The dense mist reduced vision to mere meters, and breath fogged out instantly, frost biting into lungs like powdered glass.
Any misstep meant falling into the freezing lake and being claimed by the deathly cold.
But Vlad wasn’t looking at the terrain; his eyes were locked on the Moon wolf, who stared right back at him with cold, killing intent.
A moment later, the beast vanished, turning into a silver flicker that appeared only meters away. Its claws slash into the ice, each swipe increasing its already incredible speed.
Vlad barely avoided the first strike, Ghostweave taking hold in time for his form to dissolve into a shadowy blur, the Moon Wolf’s claws slicing through afterimages.