Thud! Thud! Thud!
As the bones of the three-headed shadow wolf clattered to the ground in a symphony, the spell of suspended time seemed to break.
The air, once filled with tension and terror, began to stir gently as if awakening from a deep slumber.
Gasp!
Wan Yang, the leader of the warrior trio, drew in a sharp breath as his eyes met those of Wang Xiao.
A chill, subtle yet pervasive, crawled down his spine.
Never in his varied encounters with beasts, mages, and warriors had he felt such a profound and otherworldly aura.
It was as if he stood in the presence of an ancient divinity, whose power was vast and unfathomable as the ocean's depths.
Wang Xiao's gaze was serene, deep, and calm, mirroring the stillness of a vast sea untouched by wind.
This tranquility, the immense power that lay beneath, as hidden and potent as the currents that swirled in the ocean's dark heart.