Fenrir approached the rock with slow, deliberate steps. As his hand neared the surface, the system suddenly buzzed in his mind.
[Warning: High-level Sealing Mana Detected. Contact with the object will result in immobilization.]
Fenrir stopped just short of touching it.
"So that's what this is."
He muttered, his voice cold. His sharp eyes turned toward the hybrid pair.
"You brought me here to trap me. Thought I'd fall for some half-baked story about a hidden clan and ultimate power?"
The shorter hybrid's face paled, while the other's eyes narrowed in aggression.
"Wait—don't give up now! You're already here, aren't you? Just one more step!"
The first one said hastily, trying to keep her voice steady.
But the second hybrid didn't wait for words. Her muscles tensed, claws extended, and she lunged at Fenrir, attempting to push him into the rock.
Her movements were fast, precise, and deadly—clearly not the actions of a novice.
But Fenrir was faster.
