I stared in shock, eyes wide, at the nearly one-meter-tall giant wolf beside me. It glared viciously at The Replicator.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ethan Zhang."
I stood up, the restraints on my body falling away.
"You bastard, Deathcurse, where the hell have you been? We've been searching for you all this time and couldn't find a trace."
Deathcurse didn't say a word. With a swoosh, he lunged at The Replicator. As he landed, black droplets splattered everywhere, sizzling loudly. I covered my mouth, disgusted—the sensation was curse power.
The Replicator dodged, refusing direct contact with Deathcurse. Under Deathcurse's relentless pursuit, The Replicator kept fleeing within this black dome, clearly afraid of Deathcurse.
The Replicator could wield Endbringer's Power and my Deathbane Aura, capable of copying many abilities, yet when facing Deathcurse, he seemed utterly helpless and desperate to escape.
"No need to run. Fight me."
Deathcurse's body began to change, transforming into nine eagles that soared through the air at high speed toward The Replicator. He kept shifting his position using shadows, constantly on the move.
"Bastard!"