Hexaclaw
After the herd of Rock Bisons had passed, the forest regained its peace, albeit momentarily.
But the air was thick with the scent of earth and dirt. The herd of magical beasts that had just passed had kicked up a storm of dust that hung in the air like a thin blanket, greatly reducing one's visibility.
While Adam was reveling in the fact that he had just managed to inadvertently use spiritual power to cast a spell, a six-legged panther was prowling atop a tree branch, greedily eyeing him.
This magical panther had sleek black fur that shimmered in the moon's dim lights filtering through the dense canopy. It moved with silent grace along the thick branch, its four yellow eyes fixated on Adam who was seated atop Ennea.
Unlike other beasts corrupted by the orcs, however, this panther seemed as if it was struggling to maintain its sanity.