It was a wolf.
But not just any wolf.
No... it was more like a demon, as heavy as a bull, with claws the size of daggers and teeth so sharp they looked like needles.
It was a mana beast, and one of the worst kind: a corrupted mana beast.
Mana beasts weren't naturally vile creatures, but when corrupted, they became the embodiment of demons on earth, capable of little more than killing and killing.
Why on earth was a beast like that there?
The young warrior felt his heart leap into his throat, his legs trembling beneath him.
If it were his father standing there, a single slash would have been enough to solve the problem.
But he wasn't his father.
He was just a foolish, impulsive young man.
He tried to grab his sword, but before his hand could even reach the hilt, the beast bit down.
Blood spurted through the air and his body convulsed, everything above his chest torn away by the creature's bite.
