High above the chaotic battlefield, hidden amongst the branches of a towering tree, a man sat perched on a sturdy branch. He was cloaked in a flowing black robe that covered his entire body, including his head. The fabric was so dark it seemed to absorb the surrounding light, blending perfectly with the shadows. His gaze was fixed on the tunnel entrance, his eyes narrowed, as if he could see through the solid stone walls to the events unfolding within.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper. "That kid managed to kill a beast without an ability. Impressive, but troublesome."
He shifted slightly, the branch beneath him barely swaying under his weight. The corners of his mouth curved into a small frown. "Even though it was just a newborn-tier beast, it's not something a kid like him should be able to handle." He leaned forward, his gaze growing colder. "I need to get rid of him."
