The final push

Mira's fingers tightened around the hilt of her blade as she watched the beast below.

Every nerve in her body was thrumming with anticipation.

Her eyes, glowing faintly with a predatory intensity, tracked the creature's movements as it prowled cautiously through the underbrush.

This was it.

The final beast she needed.

She took a deep breath, centring herself.

The cool air of the forest filled her lungs and calmed her beating heart.

"Focus, Mira."

She murmured to herself, her voice barely a whisper as she steadied her breathing.

"You've got this."

The beast shifted its head, lifting it slightly as if sensing something amiss.

Mira froze, blending her form seamlessly with the shadows cast from above. 

The beast sniffed the air, its crimson eyes narrowing suspiciously as it scanned its surroundings. A low growl rumbled from its throat, reverberating through the trees.