"No!" The Wolf King's desperate howl echoed through the air, his injuries leaving him unable to aid his gravely wounded grandson.
Obviously, in front of his eyes, in the solemn moment, the sword energy swiftly severed the life of the majestic black celestial wolf, leaving the Wolf King struggling to rise despite his injuries. As he watched helplessly, Damien materialized beside the fallen creature, his hand deftly extracting a crystal stone the size of a pigeon egg, shimmering with iridescent light.
With anguish etched on his face, the Wolf King pleaded desperately, "Don't! Please, don't take his beast core. He'll die!"