Amrin struggled against the massive wolf, muscles straining and claws flashing. Every move she made, the beast countered. Her arms ached, her breath came fast.
"Hah! Oh girl, unfortunately, you can't beat me!" the wolf taunted, his growl echoing.
Amrin's eyes narrowed. "You're overconfident," she said, pushing against the wolf's strike. But it was no use.
Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through the wolf's back. A metallic, precise slash cut deeply into its flesh, slicing through muscle and fur.
The wolf howled, turning sharply—and there he was. Oban, standing behind with the Maru Dagger, its sharp edge glowing faintly as it bit into the beast.
Amrin blinked, shocked. "Oban?!"
Oban smirked slightly, pulling the dagger back. "Couldn't just watch you struggle, could I?"
Amrin rolled her eyes, a faint blush rising. "You're ridiculous… but, thanks."
"You're welcome," Oban said, tilting his head with a grin. "Although… you weren't bad yourself. Almost had him there."
Amrin let out a breath, a teasing smile on her lips. "Almost? Really? You want to take the credit?"
Oban chuckled, stepping closer. "Maybe I just like watching you fight."
Amrin scowled, crossing her arms. "Hmph… careful, I might start thinking you're flirting."
Oban's grin widened, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Then I'll have to be careful not to make it too obvious."
The moment was interrupted by a loud roar from outside the castle. The sound shook the ground. Oban's eyes sharpened.
The system flickered and spoke in its mechanical voice:
[TARGET DETECTED—ELIMINATE RAKAN]
Oban frowned. "Rakan? Who's that?"
[ENEMY CLASS: WEREWOLF][STATUS: HIGH LEVEL][RECOMMENDATION: DEFEAT MINIONS FIRST]
Oban's eyes scanned the distance. A massive werewolf—tall, wide-shouldered, his aura so strong it could shatter steel—stood surrounded by a few lesser wolves.
He smirked. "Well, that's easy. Let's take care of the smaller ones first."
Oban pulled out Maru Dagger, feeling its edge hum with energy. Three werewolves charged toward him from the side, teeth bared, claws sharp.
Oban laughed, a sharp, confident sound. "You guys mad? That just makes it easier for me!"
He moved with precision, slashing through the first wolf, its body tearing as the dagger's special ability burned through its beastly regeneration.
The second wolf lunged, but Oban ducked, pivoted, and sliced cleanly through its leg. The third tried to flank him, but he leapt, spinning through the air, and the dagger struck its shoulder, making it howl in pain before it retreated.
Oban landed softly, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's three down. Rakan's up next."
Meanwhile, far across the battlefield, Klein was locked in his own fierce fight. His dark blade struck true again and again, narrowly avoiding a massive wolf's counterattack.
"You're strong…" Klein muttered, sweat dripping down his face. The wolf snarled, lunging forward.
Suddenly, Klein felt a new aura—a sharp, cold pressure unlike anything he'd sensed before. His eyes widened.
Jason.
A massive werewolf stepped into view, muscles tense, eyes glowing with predatory focus.
Jason's voice was low, calm but deadly. "Impressive, human… but you're meddling in matters you don't understand."
Klein smirked, gripping his dark blade tighter. "Maybe… but I don't plan on losing."
Their eyes met, tension crackling. Then, in a blur, both charged. Steel and claws collided, sparks flying as the two powers clashed.
On the other side of the battlefield, Aijack faced an even older threat—the elder werewolf, whose fur had streaks of silver and whose eyes burned with centuries of experience.
Aijack took a deep breath and called out, "Thomas!"
The elder wolf's eyes softened slightly at the name. "Aijack… I've been expecting you."
Aijack clenched his fists. "I know. And I've come to stop the chaos before more innocent blood is spilled."
Thomas let out a low growl, moving into a defensive stance. "So… you've grown stronger. But are you ready for this?"
The two circled each other, muscles coiled, energy humming between them.
"You'll see," Aijack said, stepping forward, fists glowing faintly.
Thomas's sharp claws caught the light, reflecting centuries of battles fought. "I've faced many, boy. But I welcome this challenge."
They lunged simultaneously, the impact shaking the ground, echoing across the battlefield. Every punch, every strike, was a test of skill, speed, and instinct.
Back near the castle, Oban's eyes scanned the battlefield. Maru Dagger hummed faintly, as if anticipating the next strike.
He took a slow breath, feeling the energy of his weapon, the thrill of combat, and the weight of responsibility. Outside, vampires and werewolves clashed like storms, chaos everywhere—but inside, he felt focus.
"This… this is just the beginning," he murmured, gripping the dagger tighter. The system's quiet hum reaffirmed his thoughts.
Around him, the air trembled with tension and power. The Maru Dagger pulsed, sensing beasts nearby, waiting for him to act.
Oban's lips curved slightly into a smile. "Maybe… I can find more of these valuable items."
He glanced toward the battlefield, already calculating his next move, already anticipating the chaos that awaited.
The fight raged on, and the clash between vampire and werewolf escalated into legend.
End of Chapter.