A while ago, before the Wind Wolves leader was killed, we saw multiple wolf skeletons scattered across the forest floor.
Lizarius had just finished consuming the last remaining corpse of the wolves. He raised his head, blood dripping from his mouth.
The system announced, "Gain 2,800 Evolution Points, 22 Flaming Wolf Genes, and 23 Wind Wolf Genes."
He turned his head towards the direction where the two wolf leaders were fighting, sticking out his tongue and licking the blood from his mouth. Looks like the big bosses' battle is still going on, he thought.
Lizarius slowly turned invisible, spread his wings, and flew up, becoming completely unseen. We saw the Flaming Wolves leader standing near the charred corpse of the Wind Wolves leader, its blue flames slowly dying down. Suddenly, it began coughing up blood.
Lizarius slowly turned visible beside the Flaming Wolves leader. The Flaming Wolf, seeing Lizarius appear beside him, growled, trying to reignite its flames. Lizarius, seeing this, thought, Still trying to put up a fight? No matter how much you struggle, death is the only outcome.
Lizarius suddenly released lightning, gathering it in his tail, which was still piercing the Flaming Wolf. The lightning struck the Flaming Wolf, roasting it from the inside out. Lizarius slowly pulled his tail out. The Flaming Wolf collapsed, steam rising from its body, letting out a final, low growl before dying.
Lizarius looked at the lifeless body of the Flaming Wolves leader lying on the ground. Beasts will remain beasts, killing each other out of pure greed, he thought. It turns out the threat wasn't that much of a threat.
Both wolves' packs' goal from the start was the corpse of the crocodile. The lizard was just an obstacle in their way, an obstacle they had to work together to get rid of. But when that obstacle simply disappeared, there was no longer a reason for the pack of Flaming Wolves to work with the pack of Wind Wolves that invaded their hunting ground.
It was only a matter of time before they started tearing each other apart. So, with a little push, a brutal battle unfolded, a battle where the winner takes all. But what happens when that so-called winner suddenly dies?
Lizarius, standing near the corpse of the Flaming Wolves leader, his yellow eyes glowing, opened his mouth.
Acidic saliva dripped from his mouth, and he quickly bit down on the corpse, beginning to eat. While eating, he continued his thoughts.
It's only fair that I take it all. What was rightfully mine.