Sniping the Boss III

Crack. Crack.

More fractures spiderwebbed across the air.

All over the battlefield, mages stopped cold.

At the center of it all, the woman in the Holy Knight gear raised one hand high—palm open, a silent command to stop.

Instantly, everything stilled.

Sparks from half-cast spells hung frozen in the air. Arrows hovered mid-release as archers held their breath. Thousands of players—an entire army—stood still as statues, every gaze locked forward.

At the edge of the clearing, beyond the smoldering remains of the last fallen Dire Wolves, the dark barrier had shattered.

It no longer held form—just drifting motes of black light fading into the wind.

And within those broken remains… he stood.

The Dire Werewolf Alpha.

His last howl still echoed faintly through the forest, a haunting sound like a war drum that refused to fade.

"Now it's just us," the woman said, casting her eyes across the field.