Chapter 6: Unique blood
A blood-red moon rose in a starless, pitch-black sky, casting its dim crimson light over an endless, desolate land.
In the midst of this monotonous and eerie scene stood a young man with ordinary features, black hair, and dark eyes, staring expressionlessly at a terrifying, monstrous beast that resembled a grotesque hyena.
The beast let out a deafening roar, akin to the screams of thousands of mutilated children. Its thick, blood-like saliva splattered onto the ground, corroding it with a sizzling, unsettling sound.
Despite the horrifying sight, Sollivan remained calm, emotionless, as if detached from the world around him. He stood in silence for what felt like an eternity before finally taking a single step forward.
Step!
The ground beneath him shook violently.
Step!
Then another. And another. In just four steps, he covered dozens of feet, closing the distance to the raging beast, which remained rooted in place, roaring incessantly.
Sollivan raised his head and stared at the monstrous, hideous face now only a few feet away from him.
Terror, helplessness, panic—these were the emotions anyone else would have felt in his place. Perhaps they would have even wet themselves in fear.
But Sollivan didn’t flinch, even as the beast’s foul, rancid breath washed over his face, carrying an indescribable stench.
He raised his tightly clenched fist, radiating an indescribable power, and delivered a punch straight to the beast’s neck.