Bang!
Stark immediately dove to the side as the tree trunk slammed into the forest, shattering even more trees from the force of the throw.
Thankfully all of them had managed to escape, only his dire wolf had been destroyed.
He dashed through the forest, keeping his eyes on the figure of the beast as he circled around to get to it.
The soul eater was hovering above the floor at the height of the trees, its black orbs locked on the area as it accessed the damage.
Stark had already sent a mental command to one of his spirits.
In a direct confrontation he would be absolutely wreaked. So he had to take things slow, use his brain to systematically dismantle it.
And make as many sacrifices he needed to win—
Whoosh!
The goat man leaped out of the bushes, axe heaved and gaze hard as it reached for the soul eater.
It didn't even managed to touch it…
