It liked this fight.
So did Xavier.
The wolf lowered, muscles coiling. Xavier mirrored him. Two killers. No wasted words.
The air shook from the pressure of what was about to happen.
Then—
They charged.
Wolf King from the right—Xavier from the left.
Killing intent collided.
Their clash unleashed a sonic boom.
The first exchange was too fast to follow—dagger glints and claw arcs tearing streaks through the air. Poison blasts erupted. Moonlight curved into lethal crescents.
Claw met dagger—fang met flesh—shield shattered—ground cracked—
This was no longer a fight.
This was war between two apex predators.
The Wolf King snapped its head forward, unleashing a barrage of venom needles from its maw—Xavier swirled Moonshield into a rotating barrier, deflecting them—but two broke through, grazing his arm—burning instantly into his skin.
He ignored the pain.
He slashed its chest—barely leaving a wound.
