Vesperin and his group were losing—badly. The Abyss Bear was relentless, its hulking form looming over them like a monstrous shadow. Its glowing red eyes burned with primal rage, and each strike they managed to land only seemed to be in vain.
The beast's wounds closed almost instantly, healing with the Abyss Mana that saturated the air around them. Every effort, every attack, was rendered useless in the face of its overwhelming power.
Vesperin's face twisted in frustration, his eyes narrowing into angry slits as he turned toward his companions. His voice dripped with contempt. "Useless! Every single one of you!" He spat, glaring at them one by one.
His tone was harsh, filled with the fury of a man too proud to admit he had made a mistake. "How can you be so weak? We're getting crushed by this thing, and you can't even land a proper blow!"
