Something clicked in Harry's mind.
'Why did Wolfie ignore all the threats in exchange for killing his opponent?'
Harry knew the wolf wasn't dumb enough to not realize that if he went all out on one raptor, the others would injure him.
It was planning fights based on his cards. Wolfie knew those injuries wouldn't cost him much since he could heal faster. He just needed to ensure they weren't severe or didn't impact his vital organs.
"Is it... Is it the point that I was missing?"
With no time to waste, Harry helped Wolfie by cutting off the limb embedded in its torso.
The Soul Judgment Sword provided enough power for Harry to tear through the raptor's tough outer layer. Wolfie turned its head toward another raptor, clawing its hand through their hide.
Harry now had what he needed.
Blood.
It was everywhere—on the ground, on the raptors' bodies, in their mouths. Blood was everywhere.
