When a Leader Beast—too intriguing to be a mere coincidence, intriguing enough that fate itself might have dragged it here—loomed in the distance, Mel welcomed it with a smile that hadn't graced his face in a long time. Boasting a pitch-black pelt, fangs stretching from its upper jaw all the way down to its chest, and a robust torso rising on four legs, his new enemy was sprinting rapidly toward him.
It was so blindingly fast that when it changed direction, its own afterimage couldn't keep up; it felt as though he were forced to fight not one, but four Leader Beasts simultaneously. No path had been cleared for the horde's leader, which tracked its prey with coral-green eyes; it surged forward, blowing through its subordinates like the wind itself.
