The Gate
Magic beast carcasses filled the ground, blood painted the small forest clearing red, and only a square meter in the middle of the massacre remained unsullied. Inside that small patch of grass sat a young man with white hair. In contrast to the red filth around him, his black leather armor did not spot even a single drop of blood.
The young man had his legs crossed and his eyes closed. For a month, he had been massacring every single magic beast he found. The white gorilla overlord was no more, and with his newly acquired powers, the remaining high-tier bronze beasts posed no threat anymore.
A month was enough to get used to the new strength, but that was not the most significant gain Sturm had received. To ensure their safety, Sturm had tasked his contracted beasts with one simple mission during this month—to advance to the fourth bronze tier.