CHAPTER 121
Two figures streaked through the darkness, their movements a blur as they rushed forward with wheeling mobility.
Suddenly, their advance came to an abrupt halt as a monstrous roar tore through the forest, shattering the eerie silence.
Dread etched across their faces as they exchanged a contemplative glance.
The cloaked scout spoke first, his voice laced with apprehension.
"That must be a Bulfor. Ox-like monsters of tremendous strength. They are a terrible matchup for speed-based fighters like us."
His partner, a scarred man named Vaughn, remained silent for a few heartbeats before his gaze hardened with grim determination.
"We're going forward."
"But Vaughn," Flynn protested, "a Bulfor is a beast-rank monster. Even as Nomad ranks, challenging one seems foolish, doesn't it?"
Vaughn scowled, his jaw set.
