The Scythe of Elune stood embedded in the ground of Northgate Forest, its keen blade gleaming with a cold light. It was a true instrument of slaughter; even a dragon's scales could not withstand its edge. When Velinde had wielded this blade, it had harvested the souls of far too many powerful creatures.
But in this deadly duel, it could not offer its owner the slightest help. It could only remain absolutely neutral, serving as the prize.
Two streaks of shadow darted back and forth, locked in combat on a battlefield already gouged into an enormous impact crater. White winds were blades, crimson blood a net. Amid clashing claws and flying rubble, the destructive impacts of different energies mingled into a raging hurricane, tearing relentlessly at the earth around the battlefield almost every second.
Unlike the ease of his earlier fight, this battle finally put pressure on Lairal. If the earlier battle had been a wolf king against a cub, now it was wolf king against wolf king-the same rank, the same level, the same fighting style, only more brutal and bloodier.
Riiip!
"Agh!"
Five white claw marks flashed through the air, shredding the blood-red energy shield in an instant. Amid energy fragments scattering in every direction like glass, Lairal clutched his shoulder in pain. The Gale Force bestowed upon Velinde through Dick's sacrifice was not as simple as it appeared.
In fact, this power, drawn from the very core of the Wolf God, was far more threatening than its outward appearance suggested.
Velinde was sent flying backward as well. Under Lairal's control, blood-red energy became a scythe, shattering the storm around her in one blow and tearing a gash from her chest to her abdomen. Yet even as blood flew, Velinde spun swiftly in midair. Her reverse-jointed legs kicked