Damien's heart raced as he rode atop Fenrir, the Monstrous Wolf's powerful strides eating up the distance beneath them.
The forest blurred past, dark trunks and glowing foliage flashing by in a dizzying mix. Clinging tightly to Fenrir's thick fur, Damien glanced down at Luton, his Stellar Slime, resting securely in front of him.
The small, Blood like creature shifted slightly, adjusting itself to the bumpy ride. They couldn't afford to slow down, not with the horde on their tail.
Roaaaar!!
The beasts had appeared without warning—a stampede of over two hundred, crashing through the dense forest, their howls and roars blending into a deafening cacophony.
Damien had quickly counted at least eight Grade Five Mana beasts among them, far too many for him to handle at once. "Not today!" Even with Fenrir's power and his own abilities, taking on that many high-grade creatures would be suicidal.
