Trouble At The Inn

Leo and his group continued their hunt, pushing deeper into the vast forest as the day stretched on. The scent of blood and sweat clung to them, mixing with the damp, earthy air.

Every battle helped them to sharpen their instincts, and every kill added to their growing strength. The creatures they encountered became more challenging, more vicious, yet they refused to turn back. There was never such option from the beginning.

As their hunt continued, Leo felt it in his body. He felt the slow but undeniable growth.

Tatiana led the way, her eyes always scanning ahead, watching for danger. Ves moved with her usual deadly grace, her strikes becoming more refined, more efficient.

Miguel had become a wall of unshakable strength, taking heavy blows for the team. Mia, despite her usual complaints, had adapted to the pace, learning how to position herself better and using her stealth skills to strike when it mattered most.