Capítulo 138: Magnus Late Realization

Magnus, squaring off against the pack of battered Tier 2 grey wolves, readied his stance, his stone hands prepared for combat. At first, he managed to fend off their attacks with relative ease, the wolves' visible injuries seemingly hindering their performance.

"Shouldn't be too hard," he thought, confidently throwing punches, each landing with a thud against the wolves' bodies.

As the skirmish wore on, however, a creeping sense of unease began to settle over Magnus. "These wolves... they're not normal," he murmured, a frown creasing his brow. He noticed a growing fatigue in his limbs, his energy draining faster than usual.

With each forceful strike he delivered, expecting to incapacitate the wolves, he was met with a disturbing resilience. Bones cracked and bodies twisted under the impact of his stone hands, but the wolves kept coming back, their movements as relentless as ever.