A gang of four silver wolves with pitch black wings approached Stark and his clone, flapping their wings while floating in the air, slowly getting closer to their 'feast'.
…
[Name: Flying Wolves]
[Level: 56]
[HP: 70000]
[Strength: 736]
[Stamina: 1184]
[Speed: 1261]
[Defense: 480]
[Skills: Talon Strike, Paralyze, Aerial Assault, Ferocious Bite]
…
Stark was currently asleep, meaning that it was up to the clone to get rid of those 'intruders'.
It had been three hours since Stark fell asleep, and until now… it went pretty well?
The bodies of several monsters could be seen lying around the rock as the clone had successfully killed them all by itself.
Of course, it meant that it had defeated all these monsters while not taking a single hit, its sole objective to protect Stark, nothing else mattered.
