The grassland inside the Chrono Cube stretched endlessly under the pale white sun.
It had been ten days since the training began.
Now the once quiet field was filled with different sounds. From one direction came bursts of mana, from another the faint echoes of combat… and from a distant side, a wolf's howl could be heard. It was low and wild, carrying across the entire field.
Zane stood calmly with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile resting on his face as he looked ahead.
In front of him stood the Storm Wolf.
But this time, it wasn't inside Maera's consciousness.
It had manifested here.
Its body churned like a living storm, made of swirling gale-force currents, mist, and streaks of silver-blue lightning. There was no solid form to it, only shifting wind that constantly reformed itself into a predatory shape. Its crimson eyes burned like empty voids, glowing intensely as they stared at Zane.
The beast growled, but it didn't attack.
