Chapter 49: Monkeys everywhere
Damon appeared in a blur of shadows, materializing silently on the branch just behind the unsuspecting monkey. The creature, level 12 Feral Tree Flinger, froze mid-chew, sensing the shift in air pressure just a second too late.
Before it could screech or fling anything inappropriate, Damon grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and slashed its throat. The monkey flailed and twisted, its tiny eyes wide with indignation. Damon stared at it flatly, unimpressed, starting to absorb the blood essence using his hand.
Within a matter of seconds, the monkey was dead.
Damon did not bother to look at the notifications just yet. He simply moved on to another monkey. His shadowy form blurred again, and he reappeared above the next branch, where another Feral Tree Flinger let out a warning screech. It was too slow.
A blood cleave later, Damon was already absorbing its blood essence.
Three more monkeys had already begun to shriek from neighboring trees. A few more seconds later, these three as well dropped dead to the ground, but not before the last one shrieked loudly, sending out a call for help.
The canopy rustled violently, as more and more monkeys started to appear from all around the forest.
Damon stood on the branch, unfazed, even as dozens of eyes locked onto him from the branches above, below, and all around. The Feral Tree Flingers, usually content to harass travelers with mischief and mess, now moved with a frightening coordination.
"Fuck! Fuck! Bro, we are screwed. Shit, these many monkeys? Aio, this is so much worse than I anticipated. Bro, let it go. We can go somewhere else and level."