The battle between the two elders and the wild beasts of Viscount rank continued to ravage the city, already reduced to ruins, blood, and corpses.
By a stroke of luck, the lightning boar had struck the silver wolf with one of its plasma balls, slowing its movements.
Taking advantage of this opening, Colson and Milson decided to focus entirely on the wolf wounded, ignoring the enormous boar. They knew that if they took down the alpha, the rest would lose cohesion.
Their movements were fast, precise, and almost choreographed. They didn't need words. Despite having been rivals for years, they knew each other too well. They fought as if they were one.
Milson circled the wolf with agility, like a fish in calm waters, making clean cuts all over its body. His sword traced red lines with every step, while the constant pounding of the rain mixed with the growls and howls, forming a macabre melody.
