Ding!
[A high-tier predator has locked onto you.]
[Survival protocol activated.]
The notification resonated through Klaus's mind like the toll of a war drum.
The massive Alpha Shadow Wolf lunged, its body cutting through the air like a black meteor. The arena walls trembled from the sheer force of its charge. Its crimson eyes locked onto Klaus with predatory precision, and the shadows around it pulsed in unison with its movements.
Time slowed.
The survival protocol heightened Klaus's senses, sharpening every detail: the subtle twitch of the wolf's muscles mid-lunge, the faint vibration in the stone beneath its claws, the tang of blood in the air. His mind dissected the beast's trajectory with ruthless clarity.
It was fast. But not faster than him.
Klaus pivoted on his back foot with surgical precision. His sword gleamed as it met the wolf's descending claws.
Steel met shadowed talon.
