Chapter 65 Sheldon's Pov

• I charged forward, my claws extended and my movements calculated. This wasn't just a fight, it was a test of strategy and resilience. The sorcerer raised his hands, dark tendrils of energy snaking toward me. I dodged to the side, the foul magic grazing past and leaving an icy chill in its wake.
• I launched myself into the air, aiming to close the distance between us. He was fast, far faster than I anticipated. With a flick of his wrist, the ground beneath me erupted, sending shards of rock and debris into the air. I landed hard, rolling to avoid a second strike that fried the air where I had been.
• "Pathetic," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You fight like the beast that you are, relying on brute force. It will never be enough against someone like me."