"Left, left, dodge you fool. Why are you so daft? Down… don't roll. Attack. Use a wind spell!"
Ashcroft's voice lashed through Damon's mind like a whip.
Damon's body slammed across the chamber and bounced off the far wall as if he were nothing more than cloth thrown by a storm. The impact rattled his bones and knocked the air from his lungs before he even hit the floor. He rolled, coughing blood onto the stone as the massive creature advanced.
It looked like a wolf.
But no wolf in existence had scales layered over its hide like armor forged from a dragon's corpse. Its body alone spanned over thirty meters. Its breath came out as freezing gales that carved lines into the walls and froze the air itself.
Sixth Class.
Damon had truly tried to fight it.
He now understood just how meaningless that attempt had been.
The gap between Fifth and Sixth was not a step.
It was a cliff.
