The battlefield was quiet for a moment.
Nyrofang stood still, lowering its head slightly.
The mist slowly thinned, swirling gently around its large paws.
Zain stood tall, blood on his arms, wings cracked with glowing red energy.
He looked down at the beast and gave a slow smirk.
"So… you're done?"
But he didn't drop his guard.
He saw it.
Three shadows shifting behind him in the mist.
The other Mistfangs.
They'd been hiding.
Waiting.
Zain didn't turn his head. He didn't need to.
His smirk deepened.
"I knew you three were still crawling around."
He spun fast, wings flaring out, claws ready.
The Mistfangs leapt at him together.
Fangs wide, claws aimed for his back and sides.
Zain's voice was calm.
"Do you think… you can kill me with this?"
Zain's wings slashed outward like blades, tearing into the first Mistfang mid-air.
It howled, body splitting in two before it hit the ground.
The second Mistfang went low, trying to bite his legs.
