The first collision shook the western region like lightning striking dry earth.
Energy from the silver-robed man's hand slammed into the ground and created long cracks. Dust swirled into the air. Several wolves were thrown backward.
But this time, they did not retreat.
Darius leaped first.
His body transformed mid-air. Bones stretched, muscles bulged, thick black fur covered his massive frame. When he landed, the ground trembled beneath his claws.
His roar deafened the ears.
Lucien appeared from the left like a living shadow. His movements were too fast for ordinary eyes to follow.
His sword gleamed, aimed directly at one of the Council members.
The silver-robed man raised his hand.
A burst of energy struck Lucien's sword.
A sharp clang echoed out.
Lucien was thrown back several steps, but he smiled faintly.
"So you've finally decided to act yourselves," he said coldly. "I thought the Council was too cowardly to come out from behind their desks."
