Blood painted the snow-covered ground in vivid red, still fresh, its iron scent sharp in Damon's nose. He stood, shoulders squared, his chest heaving—fur-lined and slick with blood. His eyes blazed like twin suns,the gaze of a wounded predator.
Before him, across a battlefield scarred with craters of his own making, the towering monster loomed a mile away. Damon's eyes didn't waver. He recognized the chaos.
He grinned, madness curling across his lips, the pain in his chest forgotten beneath the rising hunger for war.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! After all those boring battles… I finally get a Grade Three S-Rank monster!"
Damon's laughter echoed across the frozen battlefield, his mana flaring wildly as the air around him trembled.
"Thank you for living up to my expectations. Now, let's begin our battle!"
His words cracked through the wind as a shockwave of mana burst out from his body like wildfire.
