Trial of Wits and Fangs

Ren and I shuddered as we stared at the monstrous beast before us. Instead of collapsing after our relentless assault, it seemed to grow stronger.

Its once solitary head had now become three. Three snarling, feral visages with jagged fangs and glowing crimson eyes. Its body jerked as its spine cracked and stretched unnaturally, jaws gnashing at the air with savage hunger.

"Impossible! Wasn't its weakness supposed to be the back of its head?!" I muttered, eyes darting for any potential weak point. But all I saw were snapping jaws and rippling muscles.

"There's a reason it's called a Cerberean Tiger," Freyrjar's voice echoed from the edge of the arena. His arms were crossed, a sly grin tugging at his lips like he was watching his favorite play unfold.

"Ugh! Don't get cocky!" I barked at him, the heat of frustration burning in my chest. My gaze locked back on the beast, and I surged forward with renewed determination.