Days passed and Noah's journey became dull.
He spent most of his time awake training while he marched only during the afternoons.
He liked this kind of life though, his strength was increasing steadily and having escaped from the clutches of the family left him with a sense of freedom.
The only problem remained his blood companion.
Since he only traveled under the daylight his chances to encounter a rank 3 darkness beast were low.
However, that didn't mean that there was a scarcity of magical beasts.
Noah was standing on one of the branches of the trees around him.
He was slowly eating a meal while watching the battle below him.
Two peak rank 3 beasts were fighting to the death on the ground, probably they were deciding to which one that territory belonged to.
One was a black bear-type beast of which Noah didn't know the name while the other one was a Thunder wolf.
