The great gray wolf slowly stood up. Its full attention was on its surroundings. To take advantage of something was its goal to survive.

Vincent swung his arm like a mad beast, but it was too obvious to evade.

The great gray wolf used the momentum to extended his huge head forward.

Its intention was clear. If the arms are hard, then forget them. If his limbs regrow, then forget them. Riping him apart was its next plan of attack.

Soon the pair of sharp worn down fangs approached deadly close to his side. Vincent tried to attack but only managed to claw its shoulder open.

The great gray wolf took a risky gamble. It could only hope it was worth it. The fang penetrated his flesh, but not a single moan was heard. As if he felt nothing.

The great gray wolf tossed his head. With it, Vincent was viciously swinging in the air while green blood flew everywhere.

Ester trembled at such vicious sight. Vincent seemed like he was about to be ripped in half.

Ester gulped to muster the courage to do something. She didn't want to die. In her hands was a miracle.

With Lupa in her arms and the digital watch with a strap thorn, Ester shouted, "Lupa is alive and well. Beat the beast. We can survive."

Vincent grunted by these words, and his face twitched. It was as if he couldn't feel pain or understand her words.

The white of his eyes returned back to normal, and his senses returned. Vincent felt pain, yet it didn't feel as bad as it appeared.

The fangs piercing his flesh felt like a toothpick poking him vigorously. The pain receptors were tolerating the pain. But for how long it could keep up, he didn't wish to know.

Vincent felt power and energy like he never felt before. He shoved his hands between its jaws and used all the force he had.

Second after second, the jaws couldn't keep up against the force to open wide. As the jaws opened, Vincent was flung near Ester and Lupa.

Vincent quickly stood up as if nothing happened. There were multiple holes on his side, the bubbling green blood, and the steam rising was all for show, it seemed. He felt almost nothing.

Vincent turned his head; his eyes caught Ester holding Lupa dearly. As if she wanted to protect Lupa from him.

"Ester... I don't know what's happening, but... is Lupa ok? I can't use Inspection. " Vincent spoke with a deep hoarse voice. On his face were disgusting veins, but there was no hint of viciousness anymore.

"L-Lupa is healed. Its legs are healed, and not even a scratch is on it. Lupa is breathing fine too. " Ester said while doubting her own words. Lupa was miraculously healed.

Vincent didn't care what was going on within his body. He only thought of one thing. To kill the one that made them suffer.

Vincent gazed down. His semi-monstrous eyes bulged in surprise by his recovery speed. As if nothing happened, no scratch or blood was on him.

Ester felt hope since Vincent regained his sanity. At least now, one winner might not kill her.

"You have become stronger, faster, and immortal. Your hands did all this. " Ester said, filled with hope.

Vincent gazed at his forearms. Both covered up to his elbows with green hardened skin, almost like gauntlets. Strangely green steam escaped from the cracks as well.

Below him were a few pieces of cutlery. His hand descended and picked up the first thing he saw. It was a fork placed by Ester.

Vincent took a stance as if he was about to throw a ball. The veins on his arms bulged even further as his strength to throw reached his max.

*Whoosh

The fork flew in a straight line. It kept going until it reached its destination. The force was strong enough to ignore the wind armor.

The great gray wolf flinched from the pain. This was the first time a projectile pierced through its wind armor.

Vincent revealed a sly grin. The forceful wind was a gentle breeze with his current power.

The great gray wolf had just become a large practice target.

Vincent turned his head from left to right. The cabin was quickly examined, and a path to the most throwable objects was found.

Vincent sprung forward, breaking the floor with every step. He didn't know how to control his power.

*Boom

A few seconds, he made the third hole as he kept running without the control to stop.

Ester stared at Vincent while not knowing what to say. Should she encourage him or feel perplexed by his failure.

'Can the cabin hold against these many holes?' was her most questioning thought.

Suddenly she could barely see the hazy silhouette of three fast projectiles heading for the beast.

Three spears shot from the hole as if it was a multi firing ballista.

Not hindered by the wind armor, all three pierced the great gray wolf as it screeched in pain.

Vincent peeked out of the hole and said in a creepy hoarse voice, "Peek a boo. I see you."

Vincent was currently feeling arrogant, overwhelmingly strong, enraged, and lastly, wanting to kill the beast that made all this happen with all his might.

Vincent felt strange. In such a situation, he didn't think he would feel like this. He felt as if these emotions weren't his own.

However, time to figure things out was not now.

Vincent grabbed a few pieces of the broken wall. Then he threw them crashing against the beast with force.

Next in his line of sight were two table legs. He walked in at a hurried pace to not make the same mistake and picked them up.

"This is for Lupa. " Vincent focused his eyes to target its legs. An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg.

The two table legs spun forward in the air with deadly force.

The great gray wolf tried to evade, but the pain and his crippled leg greatly hindered its movement.

*Bam

Two table legs hit its legs. One pieced while the other crashed and fell.

Vincent was getting the hang of using his power. Throwing objects until it dies was the easiest thing to do. Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned.

*Cough

Vincent felt a sudden rush of pain. Then he coughed in his hands. His brows raised in surprise by what they saw.

A mixture of red and green blood was on his hands. The time was running out, and blood returning to normal. Soon he could feel hot. As if it was a heatwave in summer. The feelings of pain and sense of temperature were returning.

A bad sign indeed.

Vincent had to finish before he gets finished. Time for games was over. He had to end it as quickly as possible.

Vincent rushed forward with all his might as he left the breaking floor behind. With his heightened senses, he kicked the floor jumping high.

As his hands touched the ceiling, he pushed himself down, leaving a few disturbing cracks on the ceiling. His fist tightened. With all its mighty strength, the fist approached the great gray wolf in mid-air.

The beast prepared to counter. It's throat inflated, ready to shoot another burst of wind.

Vincent in mid-air reached closer by the second while the opponent's throat inflated more that it could expand.

The great gray wolf had a lot of veins bulging as this wind cannonball was the best it could do.

At one meter distance, the deciding call started. The wind cannonball shot, and a powerful gust of wind followed.

Vincent swung his arm forward. He intended to end it all this with one strike.

*Boom

A loud explosion echoed in the cabin as the two forces met. Hot gusts of wind blew inside the cabin, increasing the temperature of the cabin. However, there could only be one winner.

"Argg... " Vincent fell on the floor, tumbling in pain. He lost the confrontation as his strength seemed not enough.

Vincent slowly stood. His arm was broken.

Ester noticed how Vincent could feel pain and his power decreasing by his every move.

"Here, use my sword." Ester threw the short sword at him. Luckily it was knocked near her by the last clash at the right time.

Vincent grabbed the sword. He raised his gaze at the great gray wolf while he ignored the pain from his broken arm.

As he glared at the beast, he noticed something. From around its throat, it was bleeding. It seemed the last attack was too much for its body to bear.

Vincent raised a grin at this opportunity. A chance he couldn't miss.

[You can do... it.]

Lupa opened its eyes. It saw Vincent preparing his final attack. A do or die charge. These words gave him determination the see another day. To survive at all costs.

Suddenly, a familiar memory resurfaced. This familiar scene sparked important memories. The ones he saw before arriving in this world. He remembered his father protecting him and his mother. One with a weapon while two lying on the ground holding each other.

Vincent had a determined look. One filled with the wish to survive as he wished his parents to do.

Vincent charged forward while the great gray wolf opened its trembling jaws. It seemed that was the only thing it could do. He leaped forward, thrusting his sword first.

The great gray wolf timed it perfectly, bit the sword, and stopped his charge.

Vincent forcefully stopped. The sword between its fangs painted a hopeless scene, yet his face told a different tale.

"Checkmate. " Vincent raised his previous broken arm with a fist ready to strike. He hid the recovered arm to use it at the right time.

*Clang

Vincent punched the short sword with all his might. The sword shot inside like a bullet, and most of its fangs followed.

The great gray wolf's eyes became hazy. Lifeless by its nearing death. Shortly it collapsed as its legs couldn't hold its body anymore.

Vincent decided to use the inspection to be sure it's dead. He had too many surprises in this lifetime.

[Name] Great Gray Wolf (Corpse)

[Descrtiption] Killed by a short sword. Killer Vincent Agius.

[Loot] Air Core, Short Sword.

Vincent sighed in relief. It was finally over. He managed to survive the night with one miracle after the other.

"Is it dead?" Ester asked. She was brimming with curiosity to know.

'Are we finally safe?' She wanted to find out.

Vincent turned his head facing her. He gave a smile while his body trembled. His eyes returned to normal, and the pair of piercing green shining eyes faded. The steam stopped, and the hardened green skin crumbled like ash.

Suddenly Vincent fell on the floor, losing consciousness after such a brutal night.