Emery quickly glanced through the beast's description and got the answer he sought. Its name provided enough if he assumed but he wanted to make sure.
'Yep, that checks out. The Mental Constrictor uses a form of mental constriction on weaker beasts, allowing it to take control of weaker beasts with little to no problem.'
He stared at the body again as he thought to himself.
'The downside is that it's weaker physically than most of its peers of the Seventh rank. That was why I was able to get Clucky to ambush it so easily. A class Seven with faster reflexes would have dodged that, no problem.'
A few more presences popped up on his radar as soon as the Constrictor was taken care of. Emery felt like they had been hiding and waiting for it to leave.
There were so many of them that he couldn't believe it.
Why did they hide? Perhaps they were scared of the Mental Constrictor. That would explain it.
