Wei Xi stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, breathing in irregular gasps as he scanned the scene. The clearing, had turned from beautiful, to a battlefield stained with blood and with the massive bodies of the fallen beasts.
His heart pounded out of his chest with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration flooding through him. The intensity of the battle and the adrenaline that had kept him sharp and focused, began to wane, leaving him feeling both happy and drained.
Yan Jin approached him, his footsteps silent on the snow. There was a semblant of pride in his voice as he spoke. "Congratulations, Wei Xi. You are a hunter,".
The words echoed in Wei Xi's ears, affirming the transformation he had undergone in these last few days. The pressure, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it gone, giving place to a deep sense of accomplishment.
