Chapter 111 A Lead To The Beasts

Nate stood over the injured man, his sharp gaze never leaving him as he contemplated his next move. The man was trembling, his breath uneven, his face twisted in agony as he clutched at his wounded thigh, the blood soaking through his animal-hide clothing and dripping onto the dry earth below. His hands were shaking, his body twitching from the sheer intensity of the pain, yet his eyes remained locked onto Nate with a mixture of fear and desperation, as if pleading for mercy.

But Nate wasn't feeling merciful.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as he calmly asked, "These beasts you speak of… do you have any idea where I can find one?"

The man's body stiffened at the question, his mind seemingly scrambling for a response, but his pain-clouded thoughts made it difficult to process. He took in a shaky breath, wincing as another sharp jolt of pain shot through his leg before finally managing to reply in a hoarse, strained voice.