Chapter 87: Tri-Elemental Direwolf

"A Tri-Elemental Direwolf." My companion replies matter of factly to my sudden outburst. "This is bad, Quinlan. Prepare yourself for an uphill battle. Rather than attacking, just play it safe and let me deal with it, though it will be difficult even for me. Damn, if only we had Blossom with us… She could easily sneak attack this creature while I draw its attention." She curses under her breath.

"It is what it is… You will have to make do with little old me. What a badass looking creature, by the way. My entire body is shaking from fear, its sheer presence is absolutely overwhelming me…"

Standing a towering 10 feet (3 meters) tall, the Tri-Elemental Direwolf is a fearsome amalgamation of the elements. Its massive frame is a sight to behold, a living testament to the raw power of the labyrinth. The Direwolf's fur is a mesmerizing blend of colors, each representing its elemental affinity. Icy blue streaks run along its back, forming jagged spikes that crackle with frost.

Fiery orange and red embers glow within its fur, smoldering and flickering like a living flame. Intermittent arcs of electricity dance and crackle along its limbs, casting an eerie, stormy light around the chamber.

Its eyes are a haunting triad of blue, orange, and yellow, swirling with chaotic energy that seems to pierce through the very soul. The Direwolf's fangs, elongated and sharp, glisten with frost, steam, and tiny sparks. Its claws, equally fearsome, are capable of leaving a trail of ice, fire, or lightning in their wake with each swipe.

The sheer presence of the Tri-Elemental Direwolf commands attention, an imposing figure that exudes dominance and power. As it steps forward, the ground trembles slightly, its growl a menacing blend of crackling ice, roaring flames, and rumbling thunder.

This beast is not just a boss monster; it is a manifestation of the labyrinth's elemental fury, a formidable opponent that will test our skills and teamwork to the limit.

Its entire form radiates a palpable aura of menace and majesty. The icy spikes on its back glisten like frozen daggers, ready to impale any who dare approach. The embers within its fur create a hypnotic, ever-changing pattern of light and shadow, giving the impression that the Direwolf is constantly aflame.

The arcs of electricity that crackle along its limbs illuminate the dark chamber, highlighting the muscular power coiled within its massive frame.

"Prepare yourself, Quinlan," Ayame warns, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "This is going to be one hell of a fight. I'm honestly getting a bit excited…" She grins, her battle maniac persona beginning to slip through its usually obstructive veil.

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- PoV: Ayame -

As the heavy doors of the chamber clank shut behind us, I feel a familiar rush of anticipation coursing through me. A wicked grin of exhilaration due to the upcoming confrontation threatens to emerge on my features but I fight back against it with all my might. I'm a noble lady after all, not a battle junkie, nor a crazed maniac.

I don't want to give the wrong impression to my cherished student, after all.

Standing before us is the towering form of the Tri-Elemental Direwolf, its massive frame brimming with elemental fury. My heart thrums with excitement. This thrill, this sense of mortal danger is a feeling I've almost forgotten during my year-long captivity, but thanks to Quinlan this is the second time I get to experience such a wonderful adrenaline rush in the span of only four days. Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"[Eternal Spirit of the Unyielding]," I whisper, feeling a surge of energy wash over me, sharpening my senses and boosting my physical stats. I've never been one to back down from a challenge, and this giant mutt won't be able to change that.

In the war troll fight I was already half-way depleted of my mana and energy reserves before the confrontation even began, but today I haven't cast a single spell yet, fully expecting to face a difficult boss battle on the fifth floor, though this monster surpassed even my already high expectations.

It could've been something as simple as a goblin warrior, if one of the normal monsters of the floor was a goblin. Despite a monster's level being a significant deciding factor in its overall prowess, not all races are born equal. A level 5 goblin would be absolutely eradicated by a level 5 dragon, or, in this case, a level 5 Tri-Elemental Direwolf.

The beast's eyes, a mesmerizing swirl of icy blue, fiery orange, and electric yellow, lock onto mine. There's an intelligence there, a challenge, and it honestly makes my blood sing. The war troll was a creature that heavily relied on its high Vitality and Strength stats, but this one is different; a cunning opponent.

I meet its gaze unflinchingly.

The beast raises its head toward the ceiling and lets out an ear-drum-shattering howl. White currents begin swirling throughout its fur, and with astonishing speed, it lunges at me. Clearly, it uses its lightning affinity to boost its speed, just like the Thunderfang did. But unlike that simpler monster, this one has a triple elemental affinity and an incredibly sturdy and strong body to boot.

"[Flash Step]," I dash forward, drawing it away from Quinlan so he isn't caught in the crossfire. The Direwolf reacts almost instantly, sensing my sudden arrival as if it has a sixth sense. It leaps out of the way of my [Crescent Moon Cut], the energy wave slicing into the floor where it should've stood. For a creature this giant, it is amazingly agile.

Spinning around mid-air to face me, the Direwolf swipes its massive claws toward me, and from each claw erupts a fiery beam. I activate my only defensive spell, [Spirit Shield], to protect myself. The burning projectiles crash into it, threatening to break it into smithereens.

Sensing an opportunity, the Direwolf howls loudly, summoning a barrage of ice spears that rain down upon me. Then, it charges, its immense form bearing down towards me. "[Storm of Wind]!" I shout, performing a series of rapid slashes that conjure gusts of wind to deflect the icy barrage and thwarting the wolf's charge at the same time.