Chapter 14: Fusing With A Wolf
Lucien's body trembled like a leaf in a storm. This wasn't just any monster—it was a 'named' creature, the Dungeon Boss itself. Behind him lurked another Red Wolf, far stronger than any he'd faced before.
Trapped. No options left. Nothing he could do.
Tears threatened to spill, but surrender never crossed his mind. He refused to lose, refused to embrace defeat.
He was no loser. He couldn't waste this chance—this wild, terrifying experience of standing against such a mighty enemy.
Maybe that's why his body shook so violently. Cornered, outmatched, death creeping closer. Yet he didn't want to lose. No path forward, but still he hesitated.
His pulse hammered as adrenaline flooded his veins. Fear of failure mixed with a strange thrill—not of dying, but of the fight itself.
White Steel loomed above him, its gaze dripping with contempt. This wasn't just a predator eyeing prey. The creature looked at Lucien with pure disgust, as if he were nothing more than dirt beneath its paws.
Behind him, the other Red Wolf—Steel Fang, as Lucien had named it—growled low and threatening.
White Steel's eyes began to glow with an eerie light. Something deep in Lucien's gut screamed danger. He threw himself sideways, lunging away from the path.
But the Boss Monster moved like lightning—too fast, impossibly fast. It shot forward, jaws stretching wide, razor-sharp fangs tearing through flesh and bone.
Blood erupted like a broken dam, painting the air crimson as agony crashed over Lucien in waves.