"Physical enhancement," Doro growled, his voice low and fierce. His muscles surged, veins tightening as his body overflowed with power. His speed burst forth in an instant, and he charged straight at Cora.
The three Red Wolves, summoned from the crimson circle, didn't move at first. They crouched low, eyes glowing, waiting for Cora's command.
As Doro closed in, Cora cracked her whip. The magical weapon sliced through the air like lightning. Doro dodged once, then again, each movement sharper, faster. He weaved through her attacks, his eyes locked on her, his steps pounding closer.
But Cora wasn't fighting alone. She gestured sharply, and the Red Wolves lunged at once, their fangs bared. Now he had no space to move—her whip struck forward while the wolves snapped at his sides, forcing him into a deadly trap.
The lash grazed his back, tearing flesh, and before he could recover, one of the wolves leapt high and sank its teeth into his leg. Pain exploded through him.
