Barely five minutes had passed since they encountered the wolf before a pack of wolves emerged in their path, they were munching on the body of a poor Evolver that had clearly overestimated his own strength.
They were of the same species as the one he had just killed. Same coarse grey-black fur, broad skulls, and yellowed fangs dripping with corrosive saliva.
But this time there were seven of them.
They spread out in a loose arc the moment they spotted Moon, flanking wide on both sides. Their pack coordination was immediately noticeable to anybody in the vicinity, much less Moon.
The largest one stood at the center, a step ahead of the others. Its pale eyes were fixed on Moon.
It had smelled its dead pack mate.
Moon's grin hadn't faded from the last kill.
"Perfect."
The five elements once again began to orbit his body. More enemies meant more spiritual energy, and more chances to strengthen the foundation mid-combat.
He tightened his grip on Mirage's mane.
