The wolf leader’s howl tore through the air, a command driving its pack to attack the three Archons who had dared to cross their path. But the wolves hesitated, a primal fear of the robed figures holding them back. They snarled, hackles raised, but only advanced reluctantly under their alpha’s furious gaze.
"Hmph," the female Magus scoffed. Silver-haired and cyan-eyed, she crouched low, pressing her palms flat against the earth. A bright magic
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