Her mind struggled to process what she was witnessing. In all her lives—two before this, three if she counted this one—she had seen many things.
Artifacts that could cut through spells like paper. Relics that could absorb magic entirely, leaving their casters helpless. But this?
A creature consuming magic as if it were a mere delicacy—devouring it, then repurposing it as its own?
This was something she had never seen before.
Elvira's hands tightened into fists.. Mana surged through her veins as circles flared into existence around her, one after another, expanding, shifting, interlocking into a complex, weaving matrix of spells. "Let's see how much you can chew before you choke."
BOOM!
A storm of destruction hurtled through the air Aetheric Lance, Frost Nova, Arcane Implosion—each spell crackling with raw power, streaking toward the Alpha in a barrage of relentless force.
But this time, he didn't eat them. The Alpha moved.
