After Vanar and I parted ways, the warriors saw an opportunity and launched another attack. They were no match for Vanar's strength, but they were relentless and kept coming. I had to keep my powers hidden from those inside and outside the tournament, so I fought them off as best I could.

The battle was exhausting, but I was determined not to use my wolf powers. I couldn't fully control them yet, but I managed to hold my own as the sun slowly set.

I was so focused on the fight that I didn't even notice what was happening in the tournament. When I finally defeated the last warrior standing in my way, everything went silent. The spectators were frozen in fear, staring at something in the distance.

I followed their gaze and saw a creature towering over everyone at four meters tall. Its body was massive, with claw-like hands and a round head without eyes. Its teeth were sharp as diamonds. It had slaughtered many in the tournament, leaving a trail of blood and bodies in its wake.

But it wasn't the creature that caught my attention. It was the person it held in its grasp. Its claws had pierced Vanar's chest, lifting him into the air.

Vanar struggled to fight back against the creature, blood pouring from his mouth. I could see the fear of death in his eyes as the creature callously tossed him aside. I wanted to rush to his aid, but the creature blocked my path.

Only two people remained standing in the tournament: the creature and me. I knew it was time to end this once and for all. The creature stood before me as if it had been waiting for this moment. It seemed to be searching for something, and when it realized that I was its target, it let out a deafening roar that echoed throughout the arena and the entire kingdom.

Fear was etched on the faces of the spectators. The tension in the air was palpable. But after everything that had happened, I knew that I couldn't run away anymore.

I understood exactly what my loved ones desired for me: They wanted me to hide my identity and survive, but I knew I could no longer hide in such a situation. I had to use my powers to protect myself. I was determined to show what I was fighting for, who I was fighting for, and most importantly who I was.

The intense burning anger within me fueled my desire to fight harder than ever before. I sought to avenge those who had fallen and prove myself as a wolf. As the creature charged towards me, I didn't hesitate for a moment, but instead charged towards it, running on both my hands and feet as if I were a wolf on the hunt.

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As I drew closer, my instincts began to take over, and I could feel the power in my claws building, my anger increasing. It was as if being a descendant of the wolf had fully taken hold of me, and the sensation was utterly exhilarating.

I approached the creature, drew back my right hand, and swung my claw at it with all my might. The creature was slow, either due to its size or because it was trying to comprehend the events and attacks.

After my claw attack, fueled by anger, I mustered the last of my strength and delivered a powerful punch to the center of its chest. This not only knocked it off balance but also sent it flying into a corner where it crashed into the armory, barrels, and a thick wall.

As the creature vanished amidst the broken furniture, all eyes turned to me. People whispered quietly among themselves, speculating about my strength.

"Could it be a descendant of wolves? That would explain its strength. It's as strong as they say!" they murmured.

Everyone was talking about one thing: my lineage. Miron knew that I was of wolf descent because he was as familiar with my uncle as I was. We both knew that my uncle didn't take kindly to strangers. That didn't scare me. What scared me was the thought of my father discovering my true identity. That's what Miron wanted - to find out who I really was.

If he succeeded, I would be in big trouble. As these thoughts raced through my mind, the rubble and broken furniture in front of me began to shift. I hadn't expected the creature to go down so easily, but that wasn't the only surprise in store for me.

The creature had somehow healed from the powerful blows and sharp claws that had left it wounded. How could so many injuries have healed in such a short time? It rose to its feet as if it hadn't even been scratched. As I braced myself for its next attack, the creature caught me off guard by opening its massive jaws and unleashing a blast of something that looked like plasma.

I found myself dodging the beam that shot from the creature's mouth, unsure of what was happening. Whatever it was firing was so powerful that I could feel its heat even though it was behind me. It didn't stop there - the beam was so intense that it melted part of the ground.

I thought that if I could get closer, I might be able to attack and stop it from firing. But before I could act, the creature had already pounced on me. Despite its size and structure, it had managed to leap almost twenty meters into the air and was now hurtling towards me.

I narrowly escaped by throwing myself backward, but the creature's attacks continued relentlessly. I tried to dodge its incoming claws and fight back, but my fists and claws seemed to do less damage with each passing moment.

The creature's body had somehow become immune to my attacks. The harder I fought, the stronger it became. I managed to catch its left claw in mid-air and hurl it to the ground. First, its left arm hit the ground, then its entire body landed on top of me.

Its skin grew thicker by the second. As I prepared to deliver a kick to its head, it fired another blast of plasma at me, forcing me to retreat. The creature was not only growing stronger - it seemed to be getting smarter as well. Taking advantage of my retreat, it grabbed me around the waist with one hand and flung me into another corner of the arena.