Justin and Ivy

Lola instantly felt the two gray wolves, her War Spirits, erupt with a fierce urge to hunt. She had no intention of forcing them to suppress it. Forgetting about finding Green, she let Justin and Ivy race ahead and followed close behind.

The moment they left the Villa, Justin and Ivy pulled more than ten meters ahead of Lola. Their bodies were half solid and half insubstantial, and sticky drool swung from their fang-filled jaws as they ran. They lunged straight at a green orb of light that had just emerged from a thicket.

Hillsova stared at the two vicious behemoths charging toward him, momentarily dumbfounded. What was going on? Was his luck really this bad? He had barely escaped the tiger's den only to stumble into a wolf's lair. His soul was already terribly weak, and the attack caught him off guard. In the blink of an eye, Justin pounced on him. But the green orb protecting Hillsova's soul was remarkably tough. Justin failed to break it. Instead, it struck the ground, bounced up, slammed into Justin's face, then ricocheted away, trying to slip into the thicket.

"Ivy, cut it off!" Lola had seen everything from behind and immediately gave the order.

Before Hillsova could enter the thicket, Ivy's form flickered. Her gray wolf body dispersed, then re-formed ten meters away in the next instant, right in front of him. She opened her bloody maw and bit down with a crunch. Her teeth sank into the green orb as though it were an apple, tearing out a chunk.

Hillsova's soul shuddered. Agony that felt as if it would tear his heart and lungs apart surged through him. Ivy had ripped away a piece of his soul along with the orb protecting it. The pain struck his very soul. That