Chapter 1352
Chapter 1352:
My skeleton reorganized itself with audible snaps and pops as I exploded into my wolf form and launched myself at Antoni like a living missile.
His prosthetic limb swept upward just in time to intercept my attack, though the effort left him off balance. The collision between my claws and his artificial arm sent brilliant sparks cascading through the air, and then Antoni’s transformation began as he morphed into an equally formidable wolf and hurled himself toward me.
Seizing the opportunity, I drove my fangs deep into his shoulder, and immediately my mouth filled with the metallic tang of fresh blood.
“Argh—” Agony erupted from Antoni’s throat in a sound that was part howl, part human scream, while his razor-sharp claws swept toward my vulnerable eyes. Self-preservation forced me to abandon my grip and spring backward, putting precious distance between us.
“Bryan! Today you meet your end!” Antoni’s voice thundered across the battlefield as he launched himself at me with renewed fury.
A rumbling growl built in my chest as I gathered my powerful haunches beneath me and exploded forward with devastating momentum.
Though his artificial limb carved a dangerous arc through the air, I deflected it with a perfectly timed swipe of my deadly talons.
With lightning speed, I drove both front paws into his chest cavity, slamming him against the unforgiving stone and trapping him beneath my superior weight. I positioned my fangs mere inches from his exposed throat, close enough to sense the frantic pulsing of his jugular.
“Do you value your miserable existence?”
Our transformations reversed simultaneously, leaving us both human again, though I maintained my advantage by driving my knee into his chest while pressing a blade against the tender skin of his throat.
All color drained from Antoni’s features like water from a broken vessel. “What… what are you demanding from me?”
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“You’re going to serve as our guide into the heart of the Wizard Clan’s royal city.” To emphasize my seriousness, I increased the pressure until a delicate crimson line appeared where steel met flesh. “This moment—not later.”
By this time, Amon and his warriors had efficiently eliminated Antoni’s remaining guards and were already stripping the corpses to don their distinctive uniforms as disguises.
Though every fiber of his being rebelled against my plan, Antoni found himself reduced to the level of a beaten dog, meekly guiding us through the heavily fortified gates of the Wizard Clan’s royal city.
“Direct me to Colt’s dungeons.” The moment we crossed into the inner sanctum of the city, I positioned my blade against his lower back, where it would remain hidden from casual observation.
Perspiration erupted across Antoni’s brow like morning dew. “Prince Colt’s domain isn’t the kind of place where unauthorized visitors simply—”
“Your concerns are irrelevant to me—solving this dilemma falls entirely on your shoulders.” Without a moment’s pause, I drew the blade across his side, parting skin and drawing fresh blood to demonstrate my commitment to violence.
He bit back a cry of agony and finally surrendered with a voice that shook like autumn leaves. “Stay close behind me!”
Antoni led us to Colt’s villa. An unnatural silence blanketed the entire estate, creating an atmosphere that felt more like a tomb than a living residence.
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