Chapter 20

༺ The First Letter (20) ༻

In the glade, between the sparsely scattered trees, a human and a beast were drawing circles around each other. Their gazes clashed against each other, along with the frazzled silence.

The man was holding a sword, while the beast held nothing. There was no need, because his enormous body, which was more than 2m tall, was already a weapon in itself.

The man’s body, staring at the wolf without uttering a word, looked already battered.

He had mud and clotted blood all over his body, and the cotton bandage he wrapped around his forearm had long since become dirty. He would gasp for breath just by taking a step, and his eyes could only focus for a brief moment.

It wouldn’t be strange if he were to collapse right away. The beast was aiming for that moment.

He was a human with a strangely faint presence. He couldn’t hear his breathing or heartbeat for a while. If he hadn’t felt the harsh breathing and beating of his heart, He wouldn’t even know whether he was alive or not.

All the wolf’s subordinates were attacked by this man. They were defeated one by one, and even if two or three came together, they could not stand against this man.

He must have been one of the strongest among humans. Among the prey he had been hunting so far, he was the best.

It would be pretty refreshing to see his guts spill out and scatter on the ground.

The wolf, who inherited the artistic temperament of a demonic beast, felt quite pleased just at the thought of that. His breathing became a little shaky.

On the other hand, the man kept his composure all the time. At least on the surface, he seemed to have done so. In fact, his innards were so hot that he felt like he was about to get burned.

I lost my temper for a while. The man, Ian Percus, thought so.

No matter how much he thought about it, his physical condition was not normal. his muscles, having already reached their limits, were screaming with all their might. His stiff movements were proof of this.