"Annoying pricks," Williams cursed freeing his right axe of a dead beast. A monkey with stone-like fur.
The 4m tall beast slid off his axe to land on the ground lifeless. Its figure disappeared after Williams waved his hand. Williams spat at that point and noticed that he had actually bled.
The monkey had been a beast at the very peak of the middle-stage closer to crossing into the higher stage than he was. The fight had been grueling especially since he had needed to keep his focus split on two other monkeys only halfway into the middle stage, but were as troublesome as the strongest.
The fight had lasted about two hours, but he had claimed victory. However, his figure featured a series of injuries. Not too deep, but were significant enough to require resting. At least only for an hour or so, even after two bottles of healing potion.
