Arthur stood still for a moment, watching the wolves gather again.
They came slower now.
Not like before when they rushed in without pause. This time, there were gaps between them, hesitation in their movements. Some circled at a distance, others crept forward like they were testing him.
He yawned.
Actually yawned.
"…You guys are getting boring."
Another wolf stepped forward, growling low.
Arthur didn't even bother moving immediately. He just watched it, head slightly tilted, like he was deciding if it was worth the effort.
Yeah… I'm done.
He had stayed long enough.
More than enough.
The flow of the fight had already changed. His attacks were faster than their numbers now. Every time they tried to regroup, he wiped them again. There was no pressure left.
Just repetition.
And worse—
He could feel it.
That quiet satisfaction from the system.
Intent Points stacking.
Not slowly.
Not in small amounts.
