Chapter 184 - Witnesses of the Ascension
What lay before us could only be described as an open-air battle arena.
It was a large, simple structure: an elevated stone platform contrasting sharply with the natural surroundings.
Tall trees encircled the area, the grass was vast and well-kept, and groups were scattered everywhere, training with dedication.
But everyone's focus at that moment was on the center: two enormous Ebony Wolves were locked in an intense battle.
Skoll was one of them. His fur, black as night, gleamed under the sunlight filtering through the tree canopies.
The other wolf, slightly smaller but no less fierce, I deduced was probably Geri, Rufus's wolf.
The two brothers fought with savagery and precision, exchanging blows and bites, circling, leaping, rolling.
It was a rare confrontation between rank-A monsters: both were far from ordinary and had survived countless battles.
Skoll bore the marks of past encounters—subtle but visible scars to the trained eye.
He had fought against Kings, Emperors, dragons, and hundreds of powerful foes while accompanying our group.
He even faced the Dragon God Orsted once, though he had been tossed aside as if he were nothing more than a stone in the path.