Althea kept everything steady.
Her buffs never dropped, her timing never slipped.
She watched the field constantly, adjusting as needed.
When Selene needed more power, she gave it.
When Torren took a heavier hit, she reinforced him.
No panic.
Just control.
Arthur watched them finish.
His arms stayed loose, his breathing steady.
He didn't step in again.
He didn't need to.
They had it.
And they proved it.
One by one, the remaining wolves fell.
Thud.
Thump.
Crack.
Until only one remained.
The last wolf was wounded.
As It staggered as it backed away, low growls slipping out, weaker now, uncertain.
Cornered.
Selene drew her bow..
Then paused.
For a moment, her eyes shifted to Torren.
He smirked.
"Go on."
She gave a small nod, steadying her breath as she drew again.
Then she released.
TWANG!
The arrow cut clean through the air and pierced straight into the wolf's eye.
As It dropped instantly.
Silence followed.
This time, it felt heavier...but different.
