Sebastian had spent the entire day scouring the area for any sign of an Ironhide Bruiser but had come up empty-handed.
"If I see another blasted rabbit instead of that fucker, I swear I'm going to open a rabbit stew restaurant. At least then my frustration will have a delicious outcome."
The foot of the sky-cutting mountain range was exactly as Sebastian remembered.
"Well, at least the mountains here don't ask for a tip after tripping you up and nearly breaking your neck. It's the one perk of risking life and limb in a place where the biggest threat is gravity, not some slavering beast. God… I didn't think I would be so unlucky to waste this much time."
He was about to go back to the Savanna and make camp when a sudden rustling caught his attention.
From the dense underbrush, a pack of gloomherds burst forth. Sebastian's brow furrowed in confusion. These were apex predators, rarely seen in retreat, especially not in a pack this big.
