Nina stood still for a moment, her breath even, her scythe crackling faintly with residual energy.
Around her, the scorched ground and broken trees whispered of the chaos that had unfolded.
The dungeon still shimmered with unstable energy, but the pressure from the boss had lifted. She knew—without turning back—that the others had made it out.
The corrupted wolf monster loomed in front of her, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
Its majestic fur was matted with blood and shadow, and its once-proud eyes glowed with a twisted madness. Nina exhaled slowly, her tone oddly soft.
"I really do like you, you know. You're beautiful, powerful, and loyal. I can see why the pup was trying so hard to protect your memory. But..."
She raised her scythe.
"I can't let you rampage. Not like this."
She said quietly, her voice almost mournful.
