The appearance of the Crimson Wolf changed everything. After the stone burned with blue flames and transformed into that majestic creature, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. It was imposing, with fur as red as fire and eyes glowing like embers.
Despite its fierce appearance, there was no hostility in its stance—only an imposing, calculated presence, as if every move was measured to the millimeter. It was hard to believe that such a majestic being had been born from a stone I had ripped from my chest.
"Lady Caroline," it said in a deep, authoritative voice, its gaze fixed on me. "You have proven your worth by summoning me. My essence is now bound to you, though this was not a design intended by my creator."
Eva, who had been silent in my mind, immediately manifested with a slig
