NARRATOR

The massive midnight-colored she-wolf, streaked with golden locks, sank her teeth viciously into the creature.

Anyone would have thought her jaws would pass through nothingness. Brute force against something immaterial was a difficult battle.

However, Lyra, like her siblings, was a special being with unique abilities.

Aztoria, Lyra’s wolf, tore through the fragments of dark magic and devoured them, absorbing all the specter’s macabre energy—something neither an ordinary wolf nor a common Lycan could process in their body.

"These sons of bitches are pissing me off! Aahh!" Vicky roared, slashing deep wounds into both palms and pressing them against the ground.

Her lips began to chant rapid, incomprehensible spells. The mountain trembled, the forest beneath them stirred.

As her father’s daughter and a descendant of the dark prince Zarek, she was calling upon some of his undead to aid them in battle.

It seemed the specters’ time was running out.

However, that light... dancing in