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Amaterasu's blade didn't just clash with Lykos's hand — it sliced clean through, tearing it into two halves. Yet, the werewolf only grinned wider.
"Oh dear… I'm immortal," Lykos smirked, launching a counterpunch aimed at Amaterasu's stomach — but Natasha intercepted it, taking the full brunt. The force of the impact hurled both her and Amaterasu backwards.
Within seconds, dark mist began swirling between Lykos's severed arm, and it regenerated, good as new.
The air thickened with tension. Even the moon seemed to pause, watching the battle unfold with silent curiosity.
"Thank you, Natasha," Amaterasu murmured, rising from the ground, eyes locked on the grinning beast now charging at them again.
"Remember, I said one minute," Lykos teased as he closed in, claws ready to shred flesh from bone.
"Amaterasu, be careful!" Allen warned. The sheer speed and agility of Lykos forced him into a more guarded, precise stance — shielding Elara and Tasha. "Any more than this and I'll—"
