The B-rank summon arrived forty seconds later. It came from the east, redirected from the main assault, a lupine creature wreathed in dark flame with eyes like molten copper. It was taller than the shadow wolf had been, broader, and the heat rolling off its body turned the dust in the air to glass particles that glittered as they fell.
It was one of the strongest they had deployed tonight.
The flaming wolf and its summoner regarded each other for a single, still moment. The battlefield around them had gone quiet. Not because the fighting had stopped everywhere, but because every soldier within a hundred meters of this woman had stopped fighting. Night Fall Order soldiers who should have been pressing the line were instead pulling back, their eyes locked on the petite figure in the black habit.
The wolf lunged.
