Kael looked up, teeth bared, his vision swimming. The panther limped, blood pooling beneath it, but it was still alive, its eyes burning with feral rage. He forced himself to stand, his fingers trembling around Abyssal Fang, his body screaming in protest.
Then, from the mist, a second beast emerged.
[Dire Night Panther – Level 21]
Kael's eyes narrowed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Oh, come on…"
He was barely clinging to life after the first. This second panther moved differently—cautious, its steps deliberate, its crimson eyes studying him with an intelligence that bordered on human. It wasn't just a beast; it was a predator, assessing its prey with chilling precision.
Kael wiped the blood from his lip, crouching low, his blade steady despite the tremor in his arms. He had no strength left, no energy to spare, but he had one thing—his will, unyielding and fierce.
"Now's as good a time as any," he muttered, his voice a defiant whisper.
