The staff met the black blur with enough force to rattle his arms. Moon's eyes tracked backwards, finally catching sight of the perpetrator as it landed several meters away.
A small feline beast, roughly the size of a large housecat, with a sleek black coat of fur that shone under the bright sun.
Its eyes blazed with hunger as it stared at Moon, its body coiled for another strike.
Moon pulled up its status.
[Wind Lynx]
[Level: 20]
[Details: An ambush predator capable of manipulating wind. Blends perfectly into the darkness due to its pitch-black coat. Weak constitution but exceptional agility and stealth capabilities. Uses wind manipulation for both offence and enhanced movement.]
Moon's grip tightened on his staff. The details explained the seemingly impossible approach and the blur he'd barely registered.
The Wind Lynx before him was a level twenty beast with resonance to the wind element—a rare trait that elevated it from a standard B-rank threat to A-rank.
