Logan panted heavily, blood dripping from his knuckles. That last stunt had taken everything out of him.
He had saved the prince and his royal guard… but they all were still in danger.
One-fifth of the monsters still remained—and more importantly, the Orc wasn't down for good.
"Damn it… I should've trained even harder. If I make it out of this alive, I'll train like the world ends tomorrow."
His breathing was heavy, like each one was a struggle.
"And that damn bastard… Why the hell did it leave me and attack the others instead?"
His thoughts raced. Based on the Orc's behavior, it had been targeting the weaker ones first—first the hunter tier three water affinity. Then it attacked Rowan. Who was a bit weaker compared to Gilbert and the other tier three hunter with fire and earth affinity.
That wasn't normal.
Monsters were supposed to be mindless beasts, charging at the closest threat. But this… this was something else. The Orc wasn't just strong—it was thinking.
