Fenrir turned toward the dazed group of hunters who were now limping near the edge of the valley, covered in dust and scorch marks from the monster's earlier swipe.
He tossed a small glass vial toward the closest one.
"Drink that. Then get out of here. While you still can."
He said flatly.
The young man caught it clumsily, blinking in confusion.
"What the—what is this?"
One of his teammates stepped forward, eyes widening as he took the vial and examined the faint blue glow swirling inside.
"Wait… I've seen this. This is the potion from the Legion stream last month. The one everyone said was made by Mr. X."
Another member of the group, a tall man with a jagged scar over his brow, narrowed his eyes at Fenrir.
"Mr. X? You're saying this guy is that guy?"
Fenrir didn't answer.
