RAGNA POV...
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While the chain was still writhing and tightening around the neck of the first death wolf like a living serpent refusing to let go, I didn't even pause to admire my handiwork—my arm moved on instinct alone, and the tip of my sword shot forward like a released arrow, cold and merciless, piercing straight through the left eye of a second death wolf.
The resistance was almost nonexistent; the sharp edge bored through soft flesh and brittle bone alike, bursting out through the back of its skull in a violent spray of blood and shattered fragments that splattered across the sand like grotesque crimson rain.
The death wolf howled—an ugly, broken sound filled with pain and disbelief—as its body convulsed for a few brief, pitiful seconds, before its strength finally gave out and it collapsed heavily onto the ground, twitching once more before falling completely still.
