In a small somewhat rocky section of the forest where the trees were visibly scarcer, a young hunter was facing unarmed one of the deadliest beasts in these parts; the mighty and bloodthirsty dark-edged creeper tiger.
This young hunter seemed immensely insignificant compared to the beast he was facing, but the expression on his face showed that he was eager to see his enemy drown in his own blood.
The tiger perhaps having lost patience or having come to the realization that his enemy no longer possessed the power to hurt him again, in an incredibly brazen and arrogant manner he began to gather a large amount of mana on the barbed vines that jutted out of him. your back.
Taken off guard and with no way to take cover or interrupt the tiger's actions, Desmond watched with great seriousness as the tiger preparing a powerful offensive.
´´ This will not be a burial place for an Astryd. ´´
