A Second of Sympathy for Him

The battle between the Silver Wolf and the Black Wolf continued, while millions of wolves lay in wait around them, awaiting the outcome.

After nearly an hour of brutal combat, both the Silver Wolf and the Black Wolf were holding on by sheer willpower. At any moment, either one could collapse and never rise again.

There wasn't a single uninjured spot on the Silver Wolf. White bone showed clearly through its wounds, and its sleek silver fur was stained red with blood. One eye had nearly been clawed blind, and one leg on each side of its body had been rendered useless.

The Black Wolf was in even worse shape. Large patches of flesh had been torn away, its right hind leg was gone, and through a huge gash in its belly, one could just make out its writhing innards!

Not a sound stirred around the basin. Everyone was waiting for the final outcome.

Boom!

Another thunderous crash rang out, and the two battered giant wolves briefly separated.

The Black Wolf threw back its head and howled. Dark energy flowed over its body. It opened its jaws and spat out a pitch-black orb that swept toward the Silver Wolf like a black hole.

The Silver Wolf roared, its voice already hoarse. Blazing silver light burst from its body like rising flames. A dazzling white light suddenly surged from the middle of its head, cold and imposing, then shot out as a crescent-shaped blade of light. It easily tore apart the orb spat out by the Black Wolf—and nearly split the Black Wolf in two!

Whoosh! The Silver Wolf sprang forward, landed on the nearly dying Black Wolf's back, and clamped its jaws around its neck!

The battle was over. The Black Wolf's massive body slowly sank to the ground, its