Opening his eyes, the chaotic battlefield came back into view.
Howard took a deep breath, the air filled with the unpleasant smell of blood and gunpowder.
Yet, Howard felt no revulsion.
This was a pure environment, free from excessive concerns and constraints, where one could only rely on the weapon in their hand.
"Come on."
Howard's gaze locked onto the wolfrat struggling to rise in the distance.
"Come on!"
The wolfrat let out a low shriek, blood pouring from its nearly severed hind leg, its crimson eyes, shimmering with golden light, fixed on Howard.
From those eyes, Howard read killing intent, anger, and excitement!
Excitement!
Howard was surprised to find a sense of excitement in the wolfrat's gaze.
Why was it excited?
Because it had met a strong opponent?
Because it had challenged its limits?
Could a mere spellbeast like the wolfrat harbor such complex emotions?
