After a few minutes of intense focus and concentration, Damon opened his eyes. He was no longer sitting on the random dirt road on the path to the commoner's mountain. Instead, he was on a cliff this time.
The elven girl was still next to him, but everything else had completely changed. Of course, just as luck would have it, they were not exactly alone. Baring its teeth at them was a massive beast, a hulking lion-like creature the size of a wagon.
Its fur looked like dried blood, and black veins pulsed across its body. Its eyes burned a dull amber. Steam rose from its flaring nostrils. It stood with its hackles up, low growl vibrating through the rock.
[Ding! Level 180, Demonheart Ferocious Lion, Elite Rank]
Damon's eyes widened. Just like that, they had been thrust smack dab in front of an elite rank demonic beast. Normal demonic monsters were harder to handle as it was, and now an elite demonic beast was staring down at him with a level 180 to boot.
