Chapter 6: Descendant of Whom?
The door to the boss chamber slid open, and the seal of the room broke as Ethan and Reyna stepped inside. The temperature dropped instantly.
A thick mist clung to the air. Glowing red mana orbs pulsed across the walls, casting a sharp crimson glow over the massive chamber.
In front of them stood a raised platform, and on it, the boss.
A massive wolf-like creature loomed before them, nearly the size of an oak tree. Its silver-gray fur shimmered unnaturally, dark veins spreading across its face. Its golden eyes glowed with menace, and black rune-like markings wrapped around its neck as if burned into the flesh.
"That’s one big damn wolf," Reyna whispered. "Looks young, runt maybe. But don’t underestimate it. That corruption’s probably given it some nasty tricks."
Ethan stared at the beast. His lips went dry.
’What the fuck... That’s not a normal wolf. That’s a fucking descendant of Fenrir.’
He quickly checked his mana bar. Less than fifty percent. He’d already used most of it on the earlier fights.
The creature snarled, eyes locked onto them, then it lunged forward.
Reyna moved first, her reflexes sharp. She raised her sword and intercepted the charge with a loud CLANG, sparks flying on impact.
Ethan ducked to the right, muttering under his breath,