To Love A Villain

Reunion

But before I could ask him anything about why he suddenly went quiet and serious, he grabbed me, his hand tightened around mine, his gaze sharpening with a sudden intensity.

"Ahin, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as I followed his gaze, searching for any sign of danger.

And then, in an instant, I felt it too – a prickling sensation at the back of my neck, a tingling awareness that something was amiss. Before I could react, Ahin had pulled me behind him, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he scanned our surroundings with a practiced eye. I didn't even notice when he took it out.

My heart pounded in my chest as I clutched his arm, fear coursing through me like wildfire. "What is it?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heartbeat.

And then, as if in answer to my question, a low growl echoed through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt Ahin tense in front of me, his grip on his sword tightening as he focused on the source of the sound.

And then, emerging from the shadows with eyes blazing with malevolent intent, came the corrupted dire wolf – a creature of nightmares, twisted and deformed by dark magic.

My heart fell

Panic surged through me as I watched the miasma corrupted beast draw closer, its snarls echoing through the air like a death knell.

"Amber, go inside the cafe, right now," But even in the face of danger, Ahin stood resolute, his sword held steady as he prepared to defend against the approaching threat.

Oh! God! What the hell is that thing doing here?!? I stepped back, slowly making my way towards the cafe.

With a primal snarl, the dire wolf lunged forward, its miasma-infused claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Ahin reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, dodging the attack with a swift sidestep, his movements calculated and precise. I, on the other hand, ran inside and locked the door, but watched them fight through the glass door.

Despite his formidable strength, Ahin knew he had to be careful – one wrong move, one careless mistake, and he risked succumbing to the corrupting influence of the miasma that permeated the dire wolf's. With every strike, he remained vigilant, his senses heightened as he thought about how to kill the thing.

Miasma infused things are dangerous and recently many wild animals have been corrupted and gone berserk. This is exactly why mages are better at fighting these creatures as compared with knights since knights specialize in close combat.

Ahin's movements became a blur of speed and agility, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he countered the dire wolf's assaults. With each clash of steel against fur, he pushed his muscles straining with the effort of holding back the corrupted creature's onslaught.

With each passing moment, Ahin could feel the corrupting influence of the miasma creeping ever closer, threatening to overwhelm him with its insidious power. Miasma is deadly. It either kills the living thing or corrupts it.

At the moment, it's the biggest concern of the country.

Even in the face of overwhelming odds, Ahin refused to back down, his determination unwavering as he continued to press forward. With every strike, every parry, he fought with all the strength.

He threw the wolf at a distance and then transferred his sword to one hand.

What is he doing?

He then brought his other hand and infused his blade with low level magic

Oh!

I wasn't sure what he did, but his blade caught on fire. Oh Wow! The dire wolf's snarls echoed through the air and it jumped towards Ahin, but with all the previous attacks, Ahin now knew how to attack him and when to dodge.