While Cliff, a 27 year old young man, was visiting his grandparents, he was caught in what is called a "summoning" which took him to a forest infested with unknown creatures, he decided that in order to survive, he should be ready to brave all the dangers that would present to him, with his “drain” skill he would fight them to become stronger
Like a beam of light, Cliff's attack crashed down on its target. The impact, accompanied by a deafening roar, hurled everything nearby backward.
Rakahn observed the scene with profound admiration, his topaz-yellow eyes gleaming through the dust cloud that had risen. The explosion had momentarily halted the surrounding battles, and as the light finally dimmed, he caught sight of his master. Cliff stood tall and defiant, facing the two remaining mutant demons.
Their anger was palpable, their eyes brimming with fury but also a calculated wariness. These mutants were different; they weighed every move, every decision.
Cliff, unfazed, advanced calmly, planting his foot on what remained of the panda demon. His brown eyes sparkled with irritation as he muttered:
— "Tch, I couldn't recover its essence stone. That would've been useful."