Hector's condition was nothing short of disastrous. He was soaked in blood, barely recognizable, but it wasn't his wounds that caused the most concern. It was his sheer exhaustion. Wolf carcasses lay strewn around him, grim evidence of the relentless battle he had fought. Clearly, he had been swinging his sword nearly all day.0

I punched the charging wolf, my fist wrapped in flames slamming into its lower jaw. The sensation of its jawbone and teeth shattering was vivid and visceral.0

Without hesitation, I grabbed its oversized mane with both hands, feeling the coarse fur beneath my fingers, and hurled the wolf backward. The wolf struck two others that had just started to charge, causing them to stumble and turn on their fallen kin, their jaws tearing into their kind's carcasses.0

As the remaining wolves faltered, I unleashed my next move—White Sun Style's 2nd Move, Fire Wheel.0

Perhaps it was due to my occasional practice with the Spirit Jade, but this time, the Fire Wheel expanded to twice its previous size...0