Wind howled through the broken trees as Rowan lowered his stance, eyes narrowing at the towering beast before him.
"Is that the best you can do?" he said coldly. "Tell now because if that’s all you’ve got, I’m disappointed."
The Fenrir’s golden eyes flared, blazing like molten suns. The air trembled beneath its killing intent.
"How dare you talk to that way, human?" its voice rumbled like thunder. "You’re getting full of yourself."
It roared and lunged. The ground exploded beneath its claws, shockwaves rippling outward. Five massive talons sliced through the air and the world seed to shatter.
Five crescent-shaped blades of wind tore free from its strike, screaming through the forest.
Rowan didn’t flinch. His body moved on instinct, fluid, controlled.
He swung his sword once.
SHING!
The first blade split apart. Then the second. Then the third. His sword sang, cutting the air like lightning, the clash echoing like an explosion.
Even so, the force of the impact ravaged the forest behind him. Trees sheared cleanly in half, dozens falling in perfect symtry, crashing down in a thunderous chain.
When the dust cleared, Rowan stood unmoved, his cloak whipping in the fading storm. His blade glead under the moonlight.
The Fenrir’s breath hitched. Its eyes darted between the fallen trees and the human standing firm.
"How... how are you doing this?" it growled. "You’re not a re human. No human can slice through the wind itself!"
It took a step back, fur bristling, golden eyes burning with disbelief.
"I underestimated you. What are you?"
Rowan lifted his sword slightly, calm but unyielding.
"I’m just soone who’s done this before," he said. "And I won’t lose to anyone, not even you."
For the first ti, the mighty Fenrir hesitated. Instinct scread danger. The boy before it was calm, too calm.
Then Rowan’s aura surged. The earth cracked beneath his feet as streams of mana coiled around his body like threads of light.
The Fenrir grinned, a low, guttural sound. "You’re not human," it said again, voice shaking the leaves. "You’re sothing else. A monster in human skin."
Rowan smirked faintly, lowering his sword. "Then let’s see which monster stands when this is over."
The Fenrir’s eyes glead. "You’re getting cocky. Don’t forget your place." Its voice rolled through the woods like thunder. "You’ve proven to be no ordinary human, but your kind still bow before ."
It raised its claws and unleashed a skill. A thick, acidic mist poured from its body, spreading fast, lting bark, grass, and stone. The air itself hissed.
Rowan didn’t move. Even as the acid mist licked at his boots, it dissolved harmlessly into shimring mana. His clothes didn’t even singe.
"Hmm," Rowan muttered. "The trees are lting, but I’m not. That’s disappointing." He tilted his head, eyes sharp. "You’ve got high regeneration and one of the strongest shields in the world. But let’s see if you can regenerate from this."
The Fenrir snarled, opening its jaws. Lightning crackled in its throat, gathering until the air stank of ozone. With a roar, it unleashed a massive surge of blue-white energy.
Rowan moved. His sword glead as he cut upward, splitting the lightning in two. Sparks scattered across the clearing like falling stars.
He raised his sword again, divine energy flowing through him, radiant and pure. "Ti for mine," he said. "Skill: Heavenly Slash."
The air trembled. The moonlight bent.
The Fenrir conjured its strongest barrier, a do of swirling wind and mana. But the mont Rowan swung—
CRACK!
The shield shattered. The divine arc struck clean through, slicing off two of the Fenrir’s legs. The beast collapsed, its roar shaking the trees.
It tried to move, tried to heal, but no mana ca. Panic flickered in its eyes.
"Wha... what’s going on? My power, it’s gone!"
Rowan’s voice was calm, almost pitying. "That attack could’ve killed you. But that was only the weakest form of Heavenly Slash. I made sure it only took your legs. If I’d used full power, you’d be nothing but dust."
The Fenrir trembled, eyes wide with awe and terror.
What is he? it thought. A god descended from the heavens? No... sothing far worse.
"What do you an?" Rowan asked, lowering his sword just slightly, though his stance stayed firm. His eyes never left the beast. "What are you trying to say?"
The Fenrir staggered, its colossal form trembling as it struggled to remain upright. Blood and mana dripped from its wounds, hissing where they struck the ground. Its golden eyes flickered, once burning with pride, now clouded with fear.
"Who are you?" it rasped. "And why can’t I use my skill? That strike... it didn’t just wound , it took sothing from ." Its voice trembled, half in awe, half in rage. "Did you co down from the heavens? Or from sowhere beyond? Who are you really?"
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