Damien didn't even glance fully at it. His expression remained calm, his gaze still flicking across the chaos as if looking for something else entirely.
'I can't display too much,' he thought coldly, his grip firm but relaxed on his sword.
The memory of his earlier attack flashed briefly in his mind — the three wolves he had sliced apart in a single flaming swing.
'I may have a unique class, he reminded himself, but if I show too much power, it would certainly cause suspicion.'
The beast bellowed again, saliva flying from its fanged mouth as it charged at him.
Its right claw swung downward like a blade, the air whistling from the force behind it.
Damien's eyes flickered faintly, but his stance didn't shift.
As the enormous claw descended toward him, his arm snapped upward in a smooth arc, his sword slicing across the bear's forearm in one clean stroke.
A line of blood exploded across the air, followed by the sizzling sound of burning flesh as the heated blade cut deep.
