'A Northern' stood expressionlessly, watching the mayhem that its master wrought with a crude laughter plastered on his face.
Up until now, it had been doing its work of diligently cutting apart the viscera of the slain monsters to harvest three beast cores each.
But right now, that task proved to be quite a daunting one. Regardless, the clone stood with no shred of expression on its face.
It was like a statuesque version of Northern, only that this statue had more flesh than stone.
Black flames eerily illuminated this area of the forest. Even Mr. Fluffy had to take a brief pause.
As compared to before, from a small interloper to an enormous abhorrent harbinger of crude and unforgiving lacerations.
Before its stalwart brown teeth, and lightning speed, even the Bulfors who are born predators now had no choice but to become prey.
