Chapter 61. The Berserker Rage

Leon’s POV

Ronir had shifted back into his human form, expertly wielding his tuning sword. Despite its deceptively simple appearance, the blade excelled at both defense and offense. Every time it struck metal or bone, it emitted a clear, ringing chime that seemed to annoy some of our adversaries more than anything else.

He sprang over a charging wolf, his feet barely brushing the ground as he arced through the air. In one fluid motion, he slashed down across the creature’s back. The wolf yelped and crumpled, then Ronir landed lightly and delivered a swift kick to a nearby thug’s face, sending the man hurtling into a throng of oncoming werewolves.

Without missing a beat, Ronir assumed a different stance—one designed for a single, powerful slash. He lunged at the crowd, cutting through each opponent in turn with one clean stroke of his sword. A few dared strike back with their own blades, but he shattered their weapons instantly. He noted, with a hint of fasci