Decisive
[1200 PS bonus]
A group of ten stormed out from the forest line, their sickly yellow eyes glowing in the dark. Nine of them rode upon Rotten Wolves, but in the center of those rampaging, two-meter-tall beasts, there was a monstrosity that stood at three.
It had two heads, each fighting over supremacy over which was the rottener of the bunch.
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[Twin-Headed Rotten Wolf (F+)]
[Level: 6]
[Physical: 65]
[Mental: 0]
[Will: 0]
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Even with this being the case, Sylas' focus was on the man… or thing, riding its back.
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[Zurog (FF-)]
[Level: 1]
[Physical: 52]
[Mental: 42]
[Will: 56]
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Zurog wielded a bloody scythe, and he exuded something that seemed thicker and beyond anything that Sylas had ever experienced before, something that reminded him a lot of himself.
'A Comprehension? No, it feels slightly different…'