After around five minutes, Yato reached the top of the mountain.
"...Well, damn."
There he saw a gruesome sight.
Instead of seeing Lucas, all that lay before him were dead bodies sprawled on the ground and an eerie stillness.
Dozens of Frost-Claw Bears lay scattered, their corpses displaying the aftermath of a merciless onslaught.
It wasn't just death that they experienced; it was a massacre.
Their bodies looked like they were pulverized by a crushing force.
Some of them lay torn apart, with limbs separated from their bodies. The crimson-stained snow around them painted a vivid picture of the ferocious battle that had taken place.
Yato scanned the scene, a mix of concern and pride in his eyes. Concern for the gruesome display of violence, but pride for the unmistakable prowess his disciple had demonstrated.
