Within the forest, the trees lush and grand, ancient trees wide enough to be embraced by ten people were seen everywhere.
Blood was everywhere.
Scattered limbs also rested among the bushes.
Not far off, a great battle had commenced.
The howling of wolves rose and fell in waves.
In midair, the sounds of slicing through the atmosphere rang out as dozens of arrows flew from deep within the woods, the trembling of bowstrings resonating like muffled thunder.
Leaves and twigs were shorn off, shattered to pieces.
"Roar!"
A werewolf monster, gripping a bone spike, burst forth from the thicket.
A short-haired youth, smirking coldly at the corner of his mouth, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and fiercely swung downward.
"Bang!"
Two figures collided.
The short-haired youth squatted slightly, powering up from his feet, the ground beneath him cracked open with numerous fissures.
In an instant,
He shot up like a bullet.
Swinging his sword head-on.