Chapter 5418 Capture The Leader First
- Imorn roared and pounced. One sweep of his claw ripped three shadow-soldiers apart, their remnants dissolving like smoke in the wind. A chanting mage hurled lines of jet-black curse runes. Imorn could not dodge. Symbols burned into his fur, searing flesh and drawing a hiss of pain.
- "Cowardly trick!"
- He lunged through the burning agony, tore the spell-caster in half, then dropped to one knee as the last of his strength threatened to abandon him.