Leo's scythe gleamed faintly in the dim light as he dispatched the last of the wolves. His strike was precise, piercing the first wolf clean through before activating his Aura skill. The oppressive wave forced the second beast to its knees, its growls turning into pitiful whimpers. Without hesitation, Leo spun his scythe, driving its blunt end into the creature's chest and ending its struggle.
He turned to the others, his tone calm yet firm. "You should be more careful. Consider yourselves lucky I happened to pass by."
Without waiting for a response, Leo stepped back into the shadows, his presence fading into the night.
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The group was quiet, still processing the sudden turn of events, when Tristen stumbled back into the clearing. His clothes were torn, his face streaked with dirt and sweat, but he grinned triumphantly, holding up the fang of the beast he had slain.
