Chapter 176

　　Giovanni's Perspective 　　Silas and his father exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from confidence to doubt. The sense of victory they had been so proud of was shattered by my words. 　　"Don't make a fool of yourself," Silas said, his voice wavering slightly but still stubborn. He wasn't ready to admit that anything could threaten their triumph. 　　I slowly straightened up, the air around me seeming to freeze with my movements. I took a deep breath, pushing the pain to the back of my mind, my eyes sharpening like knives. 　　"You all seem to have forgotten one thing," I said, my voice calm but laced with a threat that couldn't be ignored. "I've never been one to admit defeat easily." 　　Just then, a low wolf howl pierced the night from a distance. The sound seemed to echo from far away, as if a thousand armies were surging toward us. Silas's face went pale. He spun around violently, trying to locate the source of the sound, but could see nothing but the encroaching howl of the wo