Ouroboros took a deep breath as he focused on the Voroe Sage, calculating his next move with meticulous precision. While the gory and striking wound on the humanoid lion was far more visually dramatic than his own shattered shoulder, the reality was clear—he was on the losing side of this battle.
The Depravita's natural regeneration abilities, granted by his Depravita Constitution, had already begun the arduous process of mending his fractured bone, but full recovery would take time, and time was a luxury he didn't have. The Voroe Sage was not the kind of opponent to wait.
"BOOM!"
The ground beneath them fractured and cracked as the humanoid lion charged forward with terrifying force. His body radiated an aura of immense weight and sharpness, seemingly capable of cutting through any defense with sheer brute strength. Ouroboros knew he couldn't afford to let his enemy control the tempo of the fight. If he did, he would be overwhelmed. So, instead of waiting, he moved.
