Third-person POV: "Boss, that's her." Supported by Sharkie, Alissa spoke in a low voice. "She's the one who disarmed our bomb and killed several of our brothers." At her words, no one dared to underestimate the figure before them—a youth whose wolf spirit hadn't even awakened. They gripped their weapons tighter. Anyone who could injure Alissa was no ordinary opponent. Lance looked like he had known all along. He smiled faintly. "I thought it might be you, kid. You really surprised me." His tone held amusement, but beneath it lurked something cold and dangerous. Thora's gaze hardened on him. Of course it was him. She had fought him once in the underground market, and she and Shirley had run into him again at the academy. He was the man with glasses—the one Shirley had bumped into by accident. He had been disguised then, so she hadn't recognized him at the time. "Right back at you," Thora said evenly. Lance raised a brow, a glint flashing through his blue eyes. Just then, the ground beneath Astralis College began to tremble harder. "Boss, we can't stay here," Julio warned. The military was closing in. If they didn't retreat now, they were done for. Lance looked at Thora, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes. "Kill her." The moment he spoke, every muzzle turned on Thora and fired. But the bullets passed clean through—only striking afterimages. When they realized it, Thora was still standing there, untouched. She had meant to use her ability to control the bullets, but right when they fired, everything around her slowed to a hundredth speed. It was more than enough time for her to dodge them all. Even she was stunned. As the mercenaries raised their guns again, she dove and rolled, slipping past the next barrage. Lance frowned. Speed ability? After dodging, Thora focused her mind, spreading her fingers as she summoned her Fire Control. In an instant, the mercenaries' guns burst into flames and exploded. Screams rang out. Several mercenaries were burned, and some were torn apart by shrapnel. Dual abilities?! Shock widened Lance's eyes. There was another werewolf like him—one who carried two powers. The strain hit Thora all at once. Her mental energy drained in seconds, leaving her weak and dizzy. She couldn't use her abilities again so soon. "Boss, you go first. Leave this to me," Julio said darkly. Before his words had faded, two spinning daggers appeared in his palms, whirring fast. Thora's expression sharpened. An assassin? No. That pale skin, those gray-green eyes—he wasn't just a killer. He was something else, a death thrall rebuilt by dark magic. Lance's regret deepened as he looked at her. "Looks like we won't get to finish this fight." Before the sound faded, dark purple wolf energy surged around him. His bones cracked, his form bursting into a massive blue-eyed wolf.Sharkie and Alissa transformed too, chasing after him toward the rooftop. "You break into someone else's land and think you can just walk away?" Thora lifted her gun and fired at Lance's wolf form. But halfway through the air, the bullet dropped like a stone, slamming into the floor and leaving a deep crater. Damn it. His ability again. Anger burned in Thora's chest as she sprinted after them. She was fast, but the three wolves were faster. And Julio's daggers whistled after her. She twisted aside to dodge one, but by then, Lance and the others had already vanished down the hall. Being dismissed so easily filled her with bitter frustration. But she had no choice except to turn back and face the threat behind her. "Your opponent is me." Julio's twin blades spun even faster, their edges wrapped in a gray-black mist—the stench of death left by dark magic. Behind him, more than a dozen mercenaries remained. Their guns were destroyed, so one by one, they shifted into towering wolves, circling Thora with glowing, predatory eyes.