With the vibration of the mystic wolf's howl still resonating through the cavernous expanse of the dungeon, Leo felt a surge of victory coursing through him like wildfire.
The arrow from the archer, followed closely by the blinding strike of the light cannon, had struck true, and the wolf was now teetering on the edge of defeat—a fact he could almost taste in the air.
As the wolf staggered, its innate ability Mystic Glow shattered in the wake of its injury, the once-majestic aura fading into a mere shadow of its former self.
Leo watched keenly, knowing that pain had forced the creature into a vulnerable state, making it susceptible to the retaliation he had been preparing.
The moment had arrived, and he was not one to waste an opportunity so ripe with potential.
"Now!" Leo shouted, charging forward with purpose and precision, his movements fluid and calculated like a predator closing in on its prey.
