White Fur raised a paw, and the world itself seemed to pause.
Frost spread outward in an elegant, spiraling wave, not a violent storm, but a controlled, precise purge of everything unworthy.
The ground turned to crystal beneath her, the air thick with shimmering soul force that crackled like thunder in the bones.
Liu Mei, still perched atop White Fur's head, leaned forward, eyes wide with awe.
"White fur, that's sooooo beautiful..." she whispered, heart pounding with exhilaration.
This was true power.
Below, Giyo could also feel it. His newly forming core trembled beneath the weight of the incoming force.
His body, already on the brink, faltered.
The white fox wasn't unlike the other two beast he had been facing, she was not going to toy with him. She was going to erase him.
But then—
CRACK!
A rip through space, a crack in the wind and suddenly, a silhouette of a man arrived.
A man in black, calm as a still pond.
