Night of the Hunt... Only now does Lann truly understand this term.
...Night of the Hunt.
This is a massacre allowed by systems, by laws, by societal and religious morals!
In Yan'an, people need the Night of the Hunt!
Lann used the root of the Lady of the Lake's Sword to deftly deflect a rusty saber aimed at stabbing him. Amidst the sparks from the metal clash, he positioned his blade horizontally and stepped forward.
His body, with the blade, directly sliced through the monster in front of him, severing its dense black fur and cutting into flesh and bone...
After this forward-striking step, only a tiny piece of skin at the back of the neck remained attached on the beastly transformed patient.
The patient with transformation not too advanced,
Lann habitually flicked his blade to the side, clearing the foul-smelling blood off its surface.
A fire disaster was unfolding all around.
