Flynn did not catch a clear glimpse of the attacker's form.
From his perspective, the black bear adventurer had nearly been knocked unconscious by him and had lost the ability to dodge for the time being.
Dropping from the air, propelled by the inertia of his heavy body and the thrust of the insect wings behind him, the sword horn descending from above should have pierced straight through his opponent's flesh.
But halfway through the flight, accompanied by an inexplicable wolf howl, a powerful impact struck his side and completely halted his movement, sending his entire body flying into a nearby shrub.
"Damn it!"
He had finally lured the other adventurers over by drawing their attention with the glowing orb descending through the air behind him, only for an unexpected turn of events to arise. Flynn could not help feeling a surge of agitation.
The Chitin carapace covering his body, resembling heavy metal armor, had also greatly reduced the damage he had suffered from that impact.
The combined effects of his state of mind and reality itself had caused him to briefly lose his usual caution.
After being sent flying and rolling across the ground several times, he steadied himself and almost immediately charged out of the shrub with anger and humiliation.
What entered his view was the black bear, which had already recovered from its stunned rigidity and was now standing on the meadow.
Beside it stood a strange wolf head whose body was far larger than any wolf-like creature he had ever seen, with long, slender limbs, frost mist spilling from its sharp fangs, and snow-white fur that stood out starkly among the trees.
"This is—"
"A Winter Wolf!?"
Flynn naturally recognized this powerful magical beast, which was famous among adventurers throughout the Aifala Continent.
Although he had