Gladys rubbed her eyes, yawned hugely, and dropped beside the campfire.
Luo Wei had just thrown on fresh wood; the flas leapt high, baking them in comfortable warmth.
Gladys twitched her nose and caught a faint blood tang. Eyes widening, she finally noticed several small magic beast corpses beside the fire.
Rustle rustle—
A sound!
Her ears pricked; her pupils blew wide. Her gaze snapped to a bush not far off.
Branches quivered. Prey incoming.
Gladys drew her longsword and lunged. A few sharp, dying howls split the open riverbank—then silence within ten seconds.
She ca back proudly with another small magic beast, sat—then from the other side ca the stealthy scrape of sothing moving through brush.
She shot to her feet again and sprinted off, sword on her shoulder.
For more than two hours Gladys repeated the loop: sit—spring up—kill a magic beast—return—sit. By the ti the others woke, the pile of small corpses before the tent was a little hill.
Luo Wei stared at the single‑stroke kills, astonished. “Gladys, you got all of these?”
Head tilted high, firelight glazing her chin bright, Gladys declared, “Eleven. Easy.”
If she’d had a tail it would be whirring like a propeller and sending her skyward.
“Your swordsmanship improved again,” Luo Wei praised. “You’re really impressive.”
Yesterday at noon, killing gnawer rats, Gladys still needed three or four probing thrusts to find a weak point.
One night later, her blade work and eye had leapt this far. You really can’t quantify talent.
After Hol finished stripping valuables, the five doused the fire and headed for the valley to the east.
A group of dium magic beasts and a single large magic beast were there. Luo Wei had seen them entrenched at midday; still present at night—perfect ti to clear them out.
With the acceleration from Magic Runes, they vaulted two mountains in twenty minutes and reached the valley’s high edge.
The mont they entered the forest on this side, a jolt of danger surged up; every hair on their bodies stood on end.
Back over the ridge they’d still heard beasts running, branches snapping. One crest later—everything gone.
The dark prival forest lay deathly silent. Even the faint crunch of their feet on leaf litter was razor clear.
Too quiet. Quiet enough to make hearts pound.
They held torches to see, yet the firelight made them blinder: a bright core—and beyond it, darkness thick as a drawn curtain hiding the world outside.
Towering trees sealed the sky, as if a pitch‑black iron pot had been clapped over their heads, trapping them in this cramped slice of world.
Suddenly Gladys seized her hilt and let a low throat sound slip out, startling the rest.
Luo Wei caught her wrist, voice low. “Gladys, what is it?”
“Magic beast. Closing.” Gladys’s tense gaze swept the dark—yet this ti her nose and ears felt useless; she couldn’t place a direction.
After a few monts searching, her nerves slowly loosened. “No magic beast. Heard wrong.”
A werewolf—hearing wrong?
Luo Wei’s heart tightened instead. Were they “lucky” enough to bump the large magic beast this fast?
According to her divination map, the big one should still be so distance off. Had it shifted over?
Clang—
Hol suddenly whipped out his iron pot, eyes locked on a point ahead.
“What is it? What?” Jack’s heart jumped to his throat; he snapped his magic wand up. “Sothing there?”
Hol frowned, then lowered the pot, a flicker of confusion passing. “Seems… nothing.”
“Can you not keep jumping like that?” Axina snapped. “We haven’t even t a magic beast and you’re scaring us to death.”
“Keep it down,” Luo Wei murmured. “Hol and Gladys wouldn’t react for no reason. There’s definitely a magic beast watching us.”
Jack’s skin crawled. “Watching us? What magic beast is that smart?”
Aren’t magic beasts supposed to just pounce?
Axina now felt the wrongness too. “So what do we do—throw a few fireballs and test it?”
Most magic beasts feared fire; a fireball usually sent them running.
“Fireballs won’t help,” Hol said. “We’re in the light; it’s in the dark. We throw them, we split our focus—it could slip behind and strike.”
“Then we build a big fire?” Jack offered.
Luo Wei kept scanning. While they spoke, the wind noise around them had clearly grown.
Fast, light steps. Agile fra and limbs. Night vision, hearing, reflexes—at least on par with a werewolf.
Feline, she concluded.
Leopard—or tiger?
“Put the torches out.”
“What?” Four voices, stunned.
“The area they light is too small, and they’ll burn out soon anyway. Not much help,” Luo Wei said patiently. “If we douse them, we might actually see it.”
“How do we fight in the dark?” Axina objected. “See nothing—just wait to get bitten?”
“We won’t,” Hol said. “Most nocturnal magic beasts’ eyes reflect. With starlight we can spot them.”
“Right.” Luo Wei nodded. “Hol, get your potion bottles ready. Once the torches are out, throw the mont you have a direction.”
“Got it.” Hol pald his bottles.
“Gladys, Axina, Jack—when I douse the torches with water magic, be combat‑ready. If the potion fails, we counter at once.”
“Okay,” the three answered.
“Alright—I’m starting.” Luo Wei finished the last syllable of her spell and lashed out a water dragon. “Extinguish!”
Fla vanished. Their night vision couldn’t snap back instantly—during that blind heartbeat Gladys caught a faint, crisp sound behind them.
“Behind us!” she shouted.
Wind rushed; cold tingled up their spines. Hol yanked a cork and flung a bottle back over his shoulder.
Bang!
The bottle struck sothing. dicinal paste splashed, unleashing a sky‑high stench; a loud retch echoed in the dark.
A powerful tail swept across their backs; fur brushed the skin at Gladys’s nape. Startled, she slashed—hit nothing.
As their eyes adjusted, forest contours slowly bled out of the black.
The reek thickened. The magic beast’s harsh gagging sounded again and again, as though circling them.
“Ah!” Gladys cried.
Luo Wei: “What is it?”
“Magic beasts—so many magic beasts!”
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