Five Minute Break

⟬ A short distance away... ⟭ 

Meeting an ally in the Tree God's Forest was completely unexpected. 

More unexpected still, it was one of Sol Invictus' own... but better for it. 

⟬ Tres Leches, Adamantine-Rank Weapon Spirit. ⟭ 

The Dark Iron Wolf's presence was welcome... even if it raised as many concerns as it quelled. 

He had grown substantially in strength since Tycon last saw him. 

As he moved naturally, he exuded a particularly pungent bitterness of metal-type mana. 

Tres Leches had perfected his transformation skill. His flesh and fur were protected by an invisible and elaborate mana shield, no weaker than his dark iron-plated natural form. 

Even his physical size had grown almost two-fold...

However, to Tycon's relief, some things did not change. 

The glutton remained ravenous for one of his specialties: red-and-black peppercorn venison jerky.