"I wish I could take your praise," I said with a smile and got up. I failed on breaking the steles, and now I have to face it head-on.
"You are too humble; you had come a few hours earlier, you would have been able to stop me, and it would cost me dearly," It said. There is no menace that could be heard from its voice, and it even feels quite cultured.
Our conversation felt like two friends talking and not mortal enemies who would try their hardest to kill each other.
"What was that exactly you have strengthened your core with?" I asked; a surprise flashed in its eyes as it heard my question before it had disappeared.
"It is the essence of beast," It replied simply, and this time it was my turn to surprise. The answer is not simple as it said, but if it is telling the truth, then this Werewolf is one lucky bastard to get something like that to strengthen its core.
