Chapter 11: Get Off Me, You Sexy Birdie!
Creed sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on his spear tightening as the Snow Wolf thundered toward him.
Its movements were terrifyingly smooth—fluid, precise, and packed with a speed that made it look like a white blur cutting through the ruins.
Creed had fought a beast before. He had prepared his mind for this moment.
But as the wolf's speed suddenly surged, Creed's pupils shrank.
'It got faster?!'
In an instant, it was right in front of him!
His breath hitched—his body freezing for a single, fatal second. He had known Stage 1 beasts were strong, but—
Why was it this cunning?! Wasn't it just a wolf?! Why was it baiting him into underestimating its speed?!
His life flashed before his eyes.
Was he about to die to a dog?!
But before he could finish that ridiculous thought...