Crack. Crack. Crack.
Sparks flew from the burning fire, rushing past Adam's calm eyes.
All the golems returned to the ground except for the Head Golem. He sat on a large stone to the side, waiting for the two Phantoms to decide to pass through the barrier.
Now that they both possessed the ancient energy, doing so was no problem for them.
"Huh, that took much longer than I expected," Adam thought, looking at the huge piece of meat roasted to a crispy crust. Another half a minute and it would be ready.
The wolf he had defeated was his prey, the result of his hunt. The difference between a hunter and a cold-blooded killer was quite simple.
The hunter killed the beast because he intended to use it for food, materials, or both. The killer did it just because he wanted to, because he was full of the desire to get another victory.
Adam understood this, so even though he had no way to use the wolf's hide, fangs, and claws, he was going to eat all its meat and enjoy it.
