The farm owner stared at the scene in front of him, completely stunned.
His mouth slowly fell open as he watched the massive body of the corrupted beast collapse onto the field. For several long seconds he could not move, and his mind struggled to process what he had just witnessed.
Three days ago, when that corrupted wolf had entered his farm, he had nearly lost his life trying to drive it away. He had gathered everything he owned that could be used as a weapon. Torches, spears, iron tools, even the rusted hunting traps he had stored away for years had been dragged out in desperation. The entire night had been a struggle just to survive and protect his animals.
And even then, he had not been able to kill the creature.
At best, he had managed to frighten it away after suffering injuries and exhausting all of his strength.
But this adventurer had arrived and ended one of the corrupted beasts with a single effortless strike.
The blade had flashed once.
That was all it took.
