The night remains so profound.
The breeze sways the flames, as the pack of cave hyenas gradually fades into the pitch-black wilderness.
On the towering canopy, a few excited cries of scavenger birds echo. The scent of blood and entrails draws them, and as the branches sway, they eagerly search for a chance to feast at the treetops.
The effects of adrenaline fade, and Paul finally feels the burning pain at his waist.
Ever since the cave hyenas approached the bonfire, his spirits have been constantly on edge—
The three-year military training in the Siberian Special Training Camp taught them how to face brutal enemies, how to use firearms, and how to survive in the wild or interact with tribes of different languages, but it never taught him how to resist a pack of cave hyenas that wanted to tear him apart.
Fighting beasts, especially fighting ten large beasts at once, is completely different from dodging through a hail of bullets.
