The Alpha moved like the wind, its power so great that the moment it shifted, it not only hit its top speed, but the arena beneath its claws and paws shattered.
Unfortunately for those trying to follow its movements, they foolishly believed that the reason for the shattering arena was the javelin that came swiftly afterward and not the behemoth of a wolf.
The Alpha stood at just over two meters tall, its shoulders broad and powerful, its mane of red hair so sharp and rough they threatened to pierce through Theron's body.
But Theron simply sat on its back in silence, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He ignored the world around him, breathing in and out slowly as he replenished his Mana reserves.
Large amounts of Water Mana pooled toward him. He had already recovered back up to over 60%, and this was more than enough to deal with what he had to tonight, but he was nothing if not a man who prepared every tiny little detail.
