"Nyx, attack," Sophia commanded.
The wolf growled at the approaching danger, fur bristling, muscles tensed. Then, with a burst of movement, it charged forward.
The Horned Beast didn't slow down, even as the wolf barreled toward it. It had no reason to. The wolf wasn't even half its size—barely a nuisance.
It snapped its jaws as soon as Nyx got close, rows of jagged teeth chomping through the air, missing only because Nyx twisted to the side with swift agility.
With its attention momentarily diverted, Sophia seized the opportunity. She drove her spear forward, the tip aimed at the exposed side of the beast. The spear connected—this time, it actually pierced the skin. But the damage was shallow, a scratch on an armored tank. The beast let out a furious bellow, more enraged than hurt, its blank eyes narrowing as it turned on her.
It lashed out with a powerful swipe of its massive claws.
