After dispatching the Horned Lupinors, Atticus quickly stored their bodies in his storage ring.
As he turned to leave, he sensed some unexpected movement emanating from the cave. His eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. 'Hmm? There shouldn't be any more beasts here, or could the information be wrong again?'
He couldn't help but contemplate. The reliability of the information they received on his first hunt with the squad had been questionable.
Although nobody had been harmed during that incident, Atticus had learned the hard way that nothing could be taken as 100% trustworthy in the forest. He had since maintained caution and preparedness for unforeseen situations.
His gaze sharpened as he observed a figure emerging from the cave.
It was a Horned Lupinor, towering over the ones he had just defeated, twice as large in size.
'Intermediate+,' Atticus observed silently, his alertness surging instantly.
