If Shura could change the way it reacted in every situation, it would change everything and give Zion far greater leverage when responding to any scenario they might face.
"Good doggie..." Zion smirked.
The words almost sent Shura exploding. It surged forward in fury, instinctively trying to tear through Zion’s mental barrier, humiliation and rage boiling over. But midway through the motion, it froze. Seeing the smug provocation in Zion’s stance, Shura suddenly remembered his warning.
This was a test.
Its ragged breathing slowly steadied as the realization sank in. Zion wasn’t mocking it for cruelty’s sake; he was deliberately taunting it, probing its limits, seeing whether Shura could endure provocation without losing control.
"Fuctard!" Shura snorted.
With a huff, it turned its back completely, curled up, and rested its head on its paws, pointedly ignoring Zion. For now, it would cooperate, but it refused to speak another word. The annoyance radiating from it was unmistakable.
Seeing this, Zion’s eyes crinkled slightly. His little experiment... had worked.
The brief spark of triumph faded almost immediately. Zion’s gaze sharpened to a razor’s edge as he refocused on the path ahead, senses sweeping the forest while he ran. Time was precious, and there was no room left for distraction.
His speed surged, and after what felt like an eternity, Zion finally reached the edge of the Golden Hue Pack’s territory. But the sight that greeted him froze his blood; no warriors were guarding the perimeter. Panic crept into his chest, making it hard to breathe, while his legs burned like fire and his body steamed from nonstop sprinting, sweat soaking his skin.
Yet he didn’t stop. If anything, he pushed even harder, racing toward the location where the locust swarm was being held. From a distance, he spotted the faint silhouettes of hot-air balloons hovering above the shimmering barrier. His heart nearly stopped.
"Stop!" he roared, but realized the sound was lost in the wind, and that he was still in his wolf form, so instead of words what came out of his mouth was a growl. With a sudden shift, he transformed into his human body mid-run.
Inertia propelled him forward violently; he stumbled, rolling across rocks and tree roots that tore at his skin, leaving shallow scratches and some deeper cuts. Pain flared, but Zion ignored it all. He kept screaming, louder this time, "Stop!", his voice echoing through the forest, desperate to be heard.
"STOP!!!" Zion roared, his voice tearing through the forest as he sprinted without pause. But the distance and the wind whipping around the hot air balloons above made it impossible for anyone to hear him. The helplessness only spiked his anxiety, sweat glistening across his body, steam rising in the cold air, yet he didn’t slow down.
"I SAID STOP!!!" he bellowed again, desperate that someone, anyone below the balloons, would hear him. His heart slammed against his ribs as he saw the figures above preparing to release the biochemical agent. The moment his eyes fell on the container, his eyes dilated, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to stop.
Before he could scream again, movement caught his attention. Wolves were running toward him from the direction where the locust swarm had been held. At the forefront, a familiar light brown wolf led the charge, its gaze unwavering. Addison rode atop it, determination written on every line of her face. Clutched in the wolf’s jaws, curled up like a small, determined ball, was Archmage Elric, tightly hugging his staff.


"No, Addie! You have to stop this operation!" Zion shouted, lunging to stop Levi, but then he remembered Levi could hear him through their mindlink. "Levi, stop! Stop the operation! It’ll be a disaster if you use the biochemical agent!" he roared inside Levi’s mind. "Those locust swarms are demonic insects, and that biochemical agent... it’s infused with demonic energy!"

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