"Beautiful," Zaroth couldn't help but mutter as he took a glance at Crimson Widow's opponent.
Both creatures were of Rare rank, meaning there shouldn't have been a significant gap between them. The spider was a terrifying sight—menacing and dangerous. One look at it made it clear that this was no ordinary beast, but something far more monstrous. In contrast, its opponent…
A mesmerizing orange fur, its white eyes were like the moon themselves. The beast was so clean that it looked like its body was glowing.
An orange fox, its body was smaller than the average wolf, yet even from a distance, Zaroth was able to feel how much power the being had.
How could something be so beautiful and deadly at the same time? He wondered.
As the menacing spider charged, the fox opened its jaws and unleashed a deafening howl. Zaroth was forced to cover his ears from the sheer volume. He had heard Silverfang howl before, but this was on a whole new level.
