The roar of the colossal beast still echoed faintly through the forest long after its body had fallen.
The clearing looked like a battlefield.
Broken trees leaned at unnatural angles. The ground had been split open in several places where Damien's blows had collided with the creature's immense strength. Dirt, bark, and shattered stone lay scattered everywhere.
At the center of it all lay the corpse.
The massive obsidian-armored bear had finally stopped moving.
Its body was half-collapsed into a crater formed by the final blow Damien had delivered — a reinforced strike that had crushed through its armored skull and shattered the core hidden deep within its chest.
Damien exhaled slowly.
The fight had been brutal.
Even for him.
That creature had been at the very peak of Grade Three. Its strength alone could have flattened weaker hunters without effort.
But Damien had broken it.
Fenrir approached the corpse first.
