Realizing that the majority of their power was sealed off, the werewolves howled in anger. Like a ferocious beast they pounced fowards, claws fully extended. "HOW DARE A LOWLIFE DARE ATTACK ME," the malevolent voice in his head rang again, a flare of demonic flames lashed out, encircling the two werewolves. Jason walked slowly, staring straight at the eyes of one of the werewolves. Feeling the natural suppressing aura due to the difference in their prowess, the werewolf slightly cowered.
Flaming wings extended from his back, for what the werewolf could only perceive as a demon of death coming to reap its soul. When the first werewolf felt the gust of air blowing its fur back, it was already too late. Jason's hand coated in silver was already firmly locked around its neck. The silver began to make its skin sizzle, as the werewolf felt its strength leave its body. Silver was a very potent poison against werewolves, burning the skin and weakening them at the same time. Tightening his grip, Jason crushed the werwolf's neck, bones splintering as it fell to the ground, dead. Ring shining, Jason collected his first werewolf soul.
The other werewolf howled in anger, pouncing at with its claws extended. "Bad doggy," Jason said, slapping the werewolf in the face, sending it gliding across the room. Conjuring some flames in his hand, Jason blasted the werewolf with a steady stream of demonic fire. But even under the intense flames, the werewolf's tenacity proved to be monstrous. Blocking the flames with its forearms, the werewolf slowly walked towards Jason one step at a time. Its arms were already almost burned to crisp, with white bone showing under charred skin and flesh. "DIE!" the werewolf roared, glistening claws extended, slashing right at Jason's skull. "Seal," Jason casted, red chains instantly shooting out towards the werewolf. Only in arms reach, there was no way that the werewolf could dodge the spell. The ethereal chains wrapped around the werewolf, and to its horror, it couldn't move a single finger. It only needed a split second to tear Jason in half, but now it stood their frozen, not even being able to breathe. Reaching out with his silver arm, Jason's hand slowly melt through the werewolf's chest, grabbing and crushing its heart. Dropping dead, the werewolf didn't even get to process what just happened. From beginning to end, in reality it only took Jason three seconds to take out the two werewolves.
Meanwhile, Zahra and the remaining werewolf were still waiting for each other to act. Seeing its two companions die, the werewolf couldn't wait any longer. Any second now the fiend would come and reap its soul too. The werewolf rushed fowards with incredible speed even with two thirds of its power sealed. "Hortus Aconitum napellus," Zahra casted, a garden of wolfsbane instantly appeared. Different from the previous spells that didn't require chanting, the flowers from this spell were much more potent, and the flowers didn't require time to blossom.
Rushing into a flowerbed of wolfsbane, the agile and swift movements of the werewolf turned sluggish. Although it was severely weakened by both the spell and wolfsbane, the werewolf would still rip Zahra into shreds if it managed to get its claws on her.
Backing up a couple of steps, Zahra realized that she didn't really have the sufficient firepower to kill the werewolf. Her spells could only allow her to spawn several plants or mutate existing ones, but she didn't really have any spells that could directly attack her opponents. With a wave of her wand, a sea of thorny vines erupted from the ground, shooting towards the werewolf. Twisting and turning around the it, the vines managed to capture the werewolf temporarily. Controlling the plants to force their way into the werewolf's nose, ears, eyes, and mouth, Zahra tried to crush it from the insides. But unfortunately, before the plants even got near its eyes, the werewolf mustered up a good bit of strength, tearing through the entrapments. Roaring, it pounced at Zahra, hoping to rip her throats out.
"Hortus Toxicodendron radicans," Zahra casted, a wall of poison ivy appeared, blocking the werewolf's assault. Extending its claws, the werewolf mowed through the thicket like it was wielding machetes. The leaves of the poison ivy flew everywhere, some landing on the werewolf. At first, the werewolf felt nothing, but slowly a light burning sensation could be felt spreading across its skin. The feeling slowly grew in intensity, the itch slowly became unbearable. It began to claw at its own skin, ruby red blood dripping everywhere. The claw marks covered its skin, trying to alleviate the uncontrollable itch. The werewolf was losing pints of blood each second, this definitely spelt doom for any other creature. But with the monstrous healing capabilities of a werewolf, the wounds began to close at visible speeds.
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"I'm sorry, I failed," Zahra said, calling for Jason's help. Her face was full of sorrow, feeling like she had let Jason down. As the words left her mouth, a wave of fire washed over the werwolf, reducing it into ashes. "You already did much better than I anticipated, to be frank I thought that I would have needed to step in much sooner. Killing a werewolf isn't a easy task," Jason said, after he eliminated three werewolves without breaking a sweat.
Seeing that Zahra was clearly still in a bad mood, Jason decided to share a story with her, "When I first embarked on my journey, I encountered my first task, hunting down a rogue werewolf. I prepared everything I needed, silver weapons and wolfsbane extract. However, it was different from other werewolves, its pelt glistened silver under the pale moonlight. Unlike other werewolves, it wasn't afraid of silver, and it was also a master of runes. That night I almost died, I cowardly retreated back to town since I saw no possible way I could come out victorious." "What happened to that werewolf?" Zahra asked, intrigued. Ever since she met Jason, she felt like he was always invincible. Even when facing the demon lord, he managed to stay calm and collected. "It slaughtered a couple thousand innocent people just to complete a ritual, and I eventually came back for it after I became much more powerful. I hunted him for several decades, but each time it always escaped after sensing my presence. The closest I've ever got to killing was merely just blinding one of his eyes," Jason replied. "So the werewolf could still be out there?" Zahra asked. "Perhaps we will run into him someday," Jason replied, preparing to enter the final room, where the Lord of the Wolves resides.
The door leading to the throne room was not enhanced in any shape of form, probably because the Lord of the Wolves didn't think that someone who could overpower three enhanced werewolves would be stopped by any magic enchantment. Zahra pushed open the creaking door, surprised by the luxurious and well lit room that did not match the other parts of the castle at all. As the two entered the room, they could feel no less than a hundred gazes lock onto them. Once realizing that the gazes all came from different werewolves, Zahra instantly felt chills run up her spine. "Welcome to Nightmare palace," a raspy voice that was somehow really loud and clear came from the golden throne.
"Greetings Lord of the Wolves, I have come to pay my respects and possibly admire your true form," Jason said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Zahra could feel the neutral gazes instantly turn hostile, some of the werewolves even growling, as if they were warning Jason to choose his words wisely. "Paying your respects by slaughtering my men? Quite the manners," the Lord of the Wolves said. "State your name and true intentions, intruder," he added, with a slight hint of anger. He unleashed his aura, trying to probe Jason and Zahra's power. Zahra's knees instantly buckled, almost passing out. Jason however, stood there nonchalantly, as if it was nothing but a slight breeze. The Lord of the Wolves felt quite puzzled, how could anyone not tremble under his powerful aura? Normal beings would have died of fear instantly, but the skeleton was unaffected?
"My name is Jason, perhaps you've heard of me before. And for my intentions, I guess it'll be to take your remaining eye?" Jason said with mockery. After a couple seconds of silence, the werewolves almost began to riot. They began to growl and howl, preparing to rip Jason to shreds once their lord gave his order. But for quite a few seconds, the Lord of the Wolves remained silent, as if he was in shock. Then to the werewolves surprise, their king said in a shaking voice, "NO, IT CAN'T BE! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED DURING THE BATTLE WITH THE DEMON LORD, CURSE REAPER!" "It's been quite a while since someone called me by that title. Your time is up, time for me to collect your soul, Lycaon, the Cursed king," Jason said, meeting an old "friend" of his.