Tave and Panpan stepped out from behind the trees, their boots crunching lightly over the underbrush as they entered a part of the forest where the trees grew more sparsely. Yet this wasn't the place where the swamp hydra lurked.
Because… Just ahead, a large boulder stood, and slumped against it was a figure, bloodied and battered, barely clinging to life.
Not far from the wounded figure, another shape emerged from the shadows. A massive shadow wolf, its piercing eyes watching silently as it took a seated position, almost like a sentinel.
Tave allowed himself a faint smile as he walked closer to the dying figure. The demon's black armor was cracked and bloodied, and a single horn jutted from the right side of his forehead.
"You bastards…" the demon growled, his voice raw. "Rot in the deepest, darkest pit of the Abyss!"
"Still got that mouth on you," Tave said coolly. "Not bad for someone half-dead."
