We moved quickly through the forest, weaving between trees and stepping over roots with growing confidence.
It didn't take long before we encountered our first monster.
Up ahead, just beyond a patch of brush, was a massive pig-like creature—easily the size of a calf—gnawing on the remains of what looked like a hare. Except the hare was the size of a small dog, and its body was already half-eaten.
I used analyze on it.
[Bloodtusk Boar - Level 3]
I frowned. Bloodtusk.
Blood?
I thought boars were supposed to be herbivores. Guess not in this world.
The sound of it tearing into the hare's flesh—wet, crunching, almost gleeful—was deeply unsettling. Each bite came with a squelch that echoed too loudly in the silence.
Then I heard a soft clatter behind me.
Metal on metal. Or maybe bone. Someone's weapon trembling in their grip.
I turned and saw it was Thok.
His blades were shaking slightly in his hands, and his breathing had turned shallow.
He was scared.
