Kyran's intuition caught the danger faster than anyone else.
He saw how the Blood Moon shattered—from being struck by the light beam, and the crimson wolves that it had coughed out were now being pulled back into its realm. But the anger looming in the air has not subsided.
It wasn't over yet.
And he was completely in the right.
Instead of accepting defeat with grace and disappearing amicably, the crimson wolves became even more feral and merged into one to make one last-ditch attempt to decimate Dargena City. One powerful strike that surpassed anything they had thrown since the start of this invasion, brushing the tenth-rank realm.
Such destructive power is beyond what the empire was prepared to endure.
Kyran leapt and tried to reach the giant crimson wolf, attempting to distract its channeling.
But he was already too late.
His claws raked through the empty air—a heartbeat too late.
