The wolfman stood alone in the shattered battlefield.
Blood still stained the ground.
Poison mist still clung to the air.
But Zain was gone.
The mirror's shimmer had faded.
The echo of his mocking voice still rang in the wolfman's ears.
"Bye-bye."
The beast growled low.
Claws clenching until blood leaked from his palms.
"That demon..."
His breath came faster.
"I swear…"
He looked at the spot where Zain had stood last.
"I swear I'll rip his throat out the next time I see him."
He turned, walking back toward where Gurrak's body had fallen.
But when he reached the spot...
Nothing.
No body or even blood.
His eyes widened.
"…What?"
He rushed to the other locations.
Where Gozmak had died—gone.
Where Droven had been cut down—also gone.
All three corpses… vanished.
The wolfman's jaw clenched.
His claws scraped across a rusted steel beam.
"DAMN YOU!"
His howl echoed through the ruins, shaking stone and ash.
"Damn you, Heavenly Demon!"
