Moon exhaled slowly, lowering his sword.
Killing the massive behemoth had provided him with a total of eight thousand lives. The body refiner's dense vitality had paid off handsomely.
Far more than the Dark Mamba.
Moon flexed his injured left hand, wincing slightly, then glanced back toward where Mirage waited at the edge of the clearing.
"Dinner's ready." Moon smiled.
Mirage slowly galloped toward him. His eye flickered with hunger as he took in the massive corpse of the behemoth.
Moon approached the body and raised his sword again.
He swung.
~Whoosh~
~Whoosh~
~Whoosh~
The strikes were clean, the B-Rank sword slicing through hide and muscle as if cutting through soft clay. Within a minute, Moon had carved off a substantial portion of the behemoth's meat.
Moon set the edible, non burnt pieces aside on a flat stone slab.
Then he conjured blue fire in his palms.
