Spear Dance Beneath a Frozen Sky
After that Victor picked up his spear and took a stance. The remaining Ashgrey wolves, plus the Arcane Ashgrey wolf dashed forward, attacking Victor on all sides. Victor then swung his spear in a circular motion, pushing the Ashgrey Wolves, and the Arcane Ashgrey wolf upward into the air.
The movement was impossibly clean.
No wasted force.
No frantic defense.
Just one flowing arc—
and gravity itself seemed to obey him.
The spear hummed as it turned.
A low metallic song cutting through the crackle of lingering frost-fire.
The surviving beasts, lunging from every angle moments before, were caught by that rotating surge of force and lifted into the sky like leaves seized by a cyclone.
Clara's breath caught.
"That… was one move?"
Lane said nothing.
But her dark eyes gleamed.
Victor looked less like a man fighting monsters—
and more like a storm teaching the world how violence should move.
For an instant, time hung.
Frozen bodies.
