Chapter 80: Hunting and Standoff

Night fell from the clouds, shrouding the undulating forest and concealing the tracks of the predators.

In the continuous mountains, an Otomi warrior was strenuously trudging westward, heading towards a camp two days away. His pace was somewhat staggered, his quilted armor damaged, with a well-bandaged wound on his leg. A faint smell of blood emanated from the wound, drifting far into the night-filled, dangerous forest.

Twenty meters behind the warrior, a black beast stalked quietly. Its sleek, black fur and the streamlined perfection of its muscles identified it as a jungle jaguar about a meter and a half in length. It had been tracking, watching this bipedal beast for a long time.