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The countdown for the first beast horde to disperse ticked steadily toward zero.
Since the beginning, the orcs had endured with sheer willpower—holding the line, fighting exhaustion, and gathering what little strength they had left to resist the onslaught. Most other factions had expected them to fall after the first wave. And they would have...
Until he appeared—rewriting the fate that had already been decided for these orcs.
Now, Akhil stood face-to-face with the Star Winged Wolf. The air between them rippled with tension, thick enough to cut.
He had yet to land a solid hit—the beast's speed was almost unnatural, its movements blurring like lightning. In contrast, it treated him like a toy, attacking and retreating as if savoring the fight. Watching them clash was like watching a wolf play with a human's synthetic bone—violent, mocking, one-sided.
