The moment Damien moved, the night seemed to shudder.
A blur of black and silver.
The Duskraven Hunter barely had time to react before his blade cleaved through its body in a diagonal arc, bisecting it from shoulder to hip. The creature let out a strangled cry before collapsing in a pool of its own blood.
The Rockhide Boar roared, lowering its massive head to charge. Its stone-plated hide bristled, thick and impenetrable.
Damien landed lightly on his feet, eyes calm, muscles relaxed.
Then, he rushed forward.
The boar stormed toward him, a living battering ram.
Just before impact, Damien twisted his body sideways, narrowly avoiding the beast's tusks. At the same time, his sword flicked out. A precise slash—aimed at the only weak spot on its armor.
The soft flesh just beneath its jaw.
Sching!
The blade cut deep, severing arteries. The boar let out a gurgled snarl, its charge slowing as blood gushed from the wound.
