As Leo Aetherwind stepped deeper into the heart of the Mystic Dungeon, the atmosphere thickened with an expectation that crackled in the air like static electricity before a storm.
He advanced methodically, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating against the cold, damp stone walls that seemed to close in around him, a maze woven from darkness and shadows.
Finally, he came upon the sight that sent a thrill running through his veins.
Before him, the Mystic Wolf rested upon a colossal rock, its form dominating the space as if it were the very embodiment of shadows—the epitome of danger and allure.
A grin crept over Leo's lips as he took in the creature's massive frame, its fur shimmering like a silvery shroud woven from the moonlight itself.
What a bounty of opportunity, he thought, the wolf's potential waiting to be harnessed.
With purpose burning in his chest, Leo signaled to his Shadow Force members, his voice steady and commanding.
