The sky lit up with a silver flash that branched out among the clouds like a living vein... and then everything went dark again.
Lucas couldn't afford to look at the Rank III monster yet.
First, he had to clear the field.
His sword descended with impeccable precision. Each slash cut through air, bone, and flesh without resistance. There were no wasted movements.
The lesser lightning wolves fell one after another, unable even to follow the trail of steel that pierced them. The shadows of their cuts were barely distinguishable in the rain.
When the last rank II monster collapsed, Lucas stopped.
Rain slid off his armor.
Then he looked up.
In front of him, the rank III lightning wolf watched him.
Four meters of muscle, fangs, and crackling electricity.
The beast roared, and bright plasma spheres began to condense from its jaws, pulsing with unstable energy.
He threw them.
The ground exploded in a chain of detonations.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
But Lucas was no longer there.
