The creature, after losing one of its heads, did not weaken—instead, it grew stronger. Its anger transformed into raw power, and William could sense the shift in its aura.
"It's stronger now," he thought, tightening his grip on his sword.
Before he could react, the Cerberus lunged toward him. Mid-charge, it unleashed another ability. Its claws ignited with molten fire, turning them into even deadlier weapons.
But that wasn't all. Its saliva now dripped with a potent venom, capable of inflicting severe damage if it managed to sink its fangs into him.
"Should we help him?" the girl in plate armor asked.
She had been observing the battle, and like William, she sensed the shift in the Cerberus's aura the moment it roared after losing its head. The other adventurers noticed it too.
"Let him handle it," the former leader said. "He insisted on fighting alone—we should respect that."
