End of Battle!

Karon's fury burned like fire in his chest. The losses were staggering.

He had expected William to break first, to collapse under the relentless pursuit and give in to exhaustion. After all, attacking wolves came with a heavy cost, even for someone as skilled as him.

But instead, it was Karon who was faltering.

Werewolves were fearless of death, but they could not afford to die without reason. Losing so many warriors for nothing was unacceptable.

Karon growled, his voice dripping with anger. "How could such power exist in a mere border town?"

His mind raced. He had fought ancient werewolves, dragons, and giants, beings with long lifespans and deep legacies. Yet this human had inflicted a loss so severe it defied logic.

"It doesn't make sense," Karon muttered bitterly. "Humans shouldn't have access to this kind of power."