No, We Don't

"Camelia, take the rear. Aldrich, you take the centre. I'll go in first!" Ian barked, his voice steady as he immediately charged at the alpha wolf.

The creature had grown even larger, now towering over them like a massive two-ton truck, almost matching the size of the Kraken.

But Ian showed no fear, no hesitation.

As he closed the distance, he began his attack sequence, conjuring wind razors in rapid succession.

The gusts of razor-sharp wind sliced through the air, aimed straight at the alpha wolf.

But the wind razors merely bounced off its fur without leaving a mark.

The wind razor simply did not have enough slashing force to go through the skin of the alpha.

Cursing under his breath, Ian slid his feet to a stop, shifting his stance as he drew on a more powerful wind technique, the Wind Torrent.

A forceful spin of air swirled into being, resembling a fan on full blast.