"Look over there!"
On the wasteland, a man holding a rifle opened his mouth wide and pointed into the distance.
"What are you looking at?"
Several companions instinctively asked, looking in the direction he was pointing, and they were immediately stunned, as if struck by thunderbolt.
A tall and burly man, holding a bow in one hand and dragging a prey as large as a small mountain with over a dozen ropes, was walking toward them.
His face was covered with a black mask, shaped like a grim ghost, terrifying and hideous.
Several people shivered as they made eye contact with him, quickly looking away until the man passed by, before starting to whisper.
"Oh my god, so many Mid-level Fierce Beasts? How did he manage that? With that bow he's holding?" the man who first spotted him said, dumbfounded.
"It...it should be, right? That bow in his hand doesn't look ordinary."
