In a clearing deep within a forest in the eastern reaches of the Kingdom of Solren, Evan sat comfortably atop what appeared to be an enormous wolf.
The beast in question showed no signs of life. If anything, it gave every indication of having been brutally massacred rather than simply defeated.
The battlefield surrounding them was a complete disaster. Debris littered the area, deep scars had torn through trees and gouged the earth itself. The clearing, once a small place where the forest's creatures could rest, had been completely overturned by the human currently sitting at its center.
"About time," he muttered, looking down at the creature beneath him.
A B-rank Early-Stage. His first B-rank.
He had expected a fierce fight, and how could he not, given there was an entire rank and a half between them, but he had been so eager to put his current abilities to the test, and today he had finally gotten the chance.
[Ding! You have killed a B-Rank (Early-Stage) Tempest Wolf!]
