The storm of dust around Lucen swirled and rose upward like a tornado. The air became hot, and the red glow of the wolf was like a sign of war.
The Tyrant was even smaller than the Stalker wolves, its crimson fur glowed and floated like it was underwater. But its horns were the longest he had seen, like ram horns, glowing ivory.
[So are we showing off here, too]
Hell no. He started crawling away; there was no way in hell he could beat a Tyrant, even with his full mana.
The wolf laid inside a massive crater, growling. It batted its tail downwards and a shockwave rushed towards Lucen. He braced himself for the pain, but someone landed in front of him.
Koril's back and great sword shielded him. But an intricate golden disc appeared in front of them. The shockwave slammed against the disc and was sent back towards the wolf.
The Tyrant didn't even stand to deflect the attack. The shockwave rolled over it harmlessly. It flicked its tail, annoyed, but there was no resulting shockwave.
