Alex shot through the dense forest, trees, and undergrowth blurring past him as he closed in on the figure who had dared to steal his kill.
His eyes glowed faintly as he activated [Farsight], zeroing in on his target—a figure cloaked in black, darting through the shadows with quite the agility.
The cloaked figure moved swiftly, but Alex was faster.
Leaves whipped through the air, disturbed by the sheer force of his movement.
Back in the clearing, the Monkey King cautiously rose to his feet, his limbs shaky and his breathing labored.
He glanced around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
The human was gone.
Why? Why wasn't he dead?
The Monkey King's mind raced.
Did Alex simply forget about him? That seemed impossible.
Despite the momentary reprieve, the Monkey King's instincts screamed danger.
He could still feel it—the ominous presence lingering around him, wrapping around his very soul like a noose.
