Mel, who focused his absolute attention upon the ongoing battle, managed to behold exactly what was transpiring by exploiting the advantage of his commanding position.
The cultivator empowering his weapon with the fire element advanced by slaughtering the wild beasts as if scything grass; with every new victim, he swung his sword faster. His rhythm, speed, and precision were quite formidable, but after distancing himself some twenty paces from his comrades, he became the target of a horn erupting from amidst the throng.
When those surrounding him suddenly parted, the wild beast that delivered the blow revealed itself in all its imposing glory; it bore no fur on its dark gray hide, it possessed four muscular legs to support its massive upper body that bulged outward, and the horn that grievously wounded the cultivator wielding the fire element measured at least half a meter in length.
