Zat's spear had indeed had an effect. The slight tremble in the giant claw proved it; the beast hadn't blocked the blow as easily as it let on.
Magical Beasts couldn't just appear from nothing. Levi was quite curious how this one had found its way underground and what it usually ate.
But this was clearly not the time for such thoughts. Pain drove the giant beast, which stood dozens of feet tall at the shoulder, into a greater fury. Its three vaguely wolf-like heads tilted back and let out a piercing howl.
Potent Elemental Power, as dazzling as molten lava, gathered in the mouth of its central head.
Levi could even smell the acrid stench of sulfur.
Magical Beasts were named as such for their command of Elemental Power, and the Three-headed Dog before them was no exception.
Fortunately, no one present was a fool. They had no intention of standing by and watching the creature complete its Casting.
