Kael stared at the full moon as he lay defenseless near a hill, his enemies' corpses scattered around him. He had lost all his strength after massacring the tiger beastmen who wanted to hunt both him and Jojo.
It had been an unfair one-versus-ten fight, but he came out victorious in the end. Though he wasn't sure if he had delivered the deathblow to the leader of the tiger pack. He had at least severely injured him, so it would only take a few days, or maybe a week, before that bastard succumbed to his wounds.
At the very least, Kael was certain that none of them would be able to harm Jojo anymore.
A proud smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the battle, but it didn't last long. His thoughts wandered back to his son.
He had thrown Jojo off the hill because that was the only way to ensure his survival.
Naturally, Jojo had a strong body, just like him, so a mere fall wouldn't kill him. But Kael was still worried, what if Jojo encountered another beastman while escaping?
