He walked through the rain, drenched. His long hair clung to his body with every movement, occasionally whipped by the cold wind.
Behind him, a dark figure lurked, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
As Ren stepped closer, it burst from the bushes, pushing him to the ground.
Ren looked at it. He had already activated his powers. He couldn't discern its color, but its shape was unmistakably inhuman. Then he felt the creature drop onto him, its head pressing against the nape of his neck.
The rain pounded harder, mixing with the scent of blood and wet earth. Ren moved, his dagger a silver blur in the dim light.
Each strike was precise, lethal; the monsters never saw it coming. They lunged with jagged claws, snarling with rage, but he was faster. Twisting, ducking, and spinning, Ren turned their attacks against them. A swipe of his blade, and another fell. A kick sent one crashing into a tree, snapping its neck.
