Rustle. Rustle…
It was just noon in the Forest of Newlings and in a certain location, the rustling and crunching of leaves grew louder.
Soon, there was a blur passing by.
Swoosh.
A creature on four legs ran from something as fast as it could. It would disappear only to appear in another location but not once did it stop in its tracks.
Soon, another passed by at breakneck speed, chasing after the first creature, this one running past the forest on two legs.
"It's quite fast for a Ghost Leopard." Seth chuckled as he gave chase to the creature running away from him as fast as it could.
Today was the fourth day in the forest and as he has informed his team before, Seth was hunting alone.
From its speed, Seth could tell this Ghost Leopard was almost out of the Second Class and was slowly inching toward the Third Class, the class where real mana beasts started from.
