After hunting down three Puppets, Oliver had increased his Fragments to a total of seventy, and with only three more kills, he would finally achieve his first goal.
The young man rested against the mountain wall where he had slain the last Puppet, his breathing slow and heavy as exhaustion settled deep into his muscles. After remaining there for several minutes, he eventually made his way back down toward the former spot where Rook had remained behind.
Rook had stayed on high alert the entire time.
The moment it heard approaching footsteps, the beast jolted awake and immediately turned toward the sound, only to see Oliver emerging silently from the darkness.
Oliver groaned softly while rolling his shoulders in fatigue.
'Perhaps I should head back down the mountain soon. I really don't want to encounter a distinct creature.'
He glanced toward the path he had descended from before slowly lifting his gaze higher toward the summit looming above.
