The slaughter domain was like a sword, cleaving the head of the golden blood wolf.
Everywhere seemed to freeze as the battle paused.
The girls, the wolf pack, and everyone else turned their gaze to the golden blood wolf's head, flying through the sky.
Fear struck the wolf pack, and they let out a chorus of whimpers.
The head rolled on the ground, giving the scene a fearsome aura.
Everywhere was silent as a graveyard.
Draco's eyes were emotionless as he watched the golden blood wolf's life slipping away.
Suddenly, the life force that had been fading sprang back.
Draco could see the golden blood wolf's unwillingness, its tenacity, and its refusal to succumb to death.
He shook his head; this was how the world worked.
No mercy.
No compassion.
He raised his hand, planning to end its life swiftly, but was stopped by Xylara.
"Master, stop. I advise you not to kill it. It is still useful to you," Xylara said.
"How useful is it?" Draco frowned, halting his hand.
