The Hunt.
A few kilometres away from the camp the boys had set up.
A lone wolf moved around the forest looking for any prey in the dark, its black fur blending into the night except for its yellow eyes that shone hungrily.
At this time, a pair of red eyes were staring at the wolf from above a tree.
'Isn't that a Dark Wolf? It reminds me of my first night in this world.....'
Felix recalled when he had followed a group of travellers to Edenmont City who had been ambushed by a wolf.
'Hmm, but only one wouldn't be worth it....'
He pondered for a while before he got an idea.
'I don't know if it'll work or not, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.'
Wielding his shortsword, Felix jumped out from the top of the tree and dived towards the dark wolf.
The wolf perked up its ears when it heard the rush of wind above it, but it was too late to react as a blade shined and stabbed into its head.
"Khuwchkk"