The events that transpired that night were the genesis of a slaughter that would span two full weeks. Mel, who leeched life energy from the corpses of his victims, had no need to squander time on sleep; he merely waited for his wounds to knit shut while roaming the territories within the forest.
For the first two days, these respites dragged on for five to six hours, but once he grasped the common traits of the beast packs, the carnage accelerated. They were capable of stockpiling the energy of nature within their bodies; through this energy, their physical cultivation surged, and they could undergo localized mutations, but it appeared none were capable of wielding elemental transformation.
