Chapter 342
The beast’s fur fluttered slightly, as if ruffled by a nonexistent wind. Shifting from paw to paw, the emerald wolf lowered its face to the ground and sniffed. Its green gemstone-eyes gazed steadily into the blue eyes of the human standing before it. Then it growled menacingly.
Hadjar lowered his blade, pointing the tip toward the ground. He stood in a relaxed and calm stance. The wolf, still growling, moved around him in a wide arc. Its huge paws, despite supporting several tons of meat and bones, didn’t leave any tracks in the sand, just a thin, emerald fog.
The beast growled even louder. In the wake of its breath, thin emerald needles sprouted from the sand, immediately scattering into dust that sparkled in the light. Hadjar remained still. Moreover, there was no whirl
