The Beauty of Power

The C-rank summon charged forward furiously.

Just by running, its paws and claws left deep marks on the ground.

Many students watching were disturbed by its presence. To think Valor would summon something this powerful for just a spar—it was absurd. But despite its ferocity, the beast only showed interest in Art, proving that Valor had complete control over it.

The summon was a four-limbed creature resembling a massive hound, but it had two additional appendages sprouting from its back. These thick, tail-like structures ended in razor-sharp points, radiating immense heat. A strike from them wouldn’t just cut—it would sear flesh instantly.

Art steadied his stance, his true weapon shifting into a long spear as he faced both the beast and its summoner. Valor smirked, gripping his short sword tightly as he advanced in tandem with his summon.