Night Killer

Erik scaled the tree with a ghost-like stealth. He blended with the darkness, an unseen predator among the twisted boughs and dense foliage.

The branches beneath him remained unmoved, capable of supporting his weight without problems. That was only natural since they could easily sustain the Galewing's weight, and they were much bigger creatures than him.

As he climbed higher, his gaze went past the leafy canopy, locking onto his next prey. Two Galewings lay nestled together on an upper bough, their forms entwined in slumber. Erik's heart pounded in his chest, yet he moved with the calm of a seasoned hunter.

The higher branches were slick with the remnants of the Galewings' feasts. Blood of various Thaids, their unfortunate prey, stained the bark, making each step a precarious endeavor.

Erik's hands grasped each handhold with caution, his fingers finding secure grips despite the slick surface.