Chapter 68: Pain is real
It’s on my shoulder. The Pirantroph corpse.
It was a relatively easy task.
Even though the Pirantrophs were stronger than the D-rank ones that I’m used to hunting as a mercenary, they were still pretty weak.
Their weakness is due to fact that ossess no special or unique trait, except from the fact that they can feel mana and somehow, unconsciously, through unknown means, gather it through their mana roots to form cores.
The bigger the core, the higher the rank.
The mana that these beasts possess though— It isn’t of any element, and it isn’t pure mana too. When I feel it, it feels like pure mana that’s been tweaked and made unusable, but usable only to these beasts.
I think K called it corrupt or poisonous mana.
But, if that’s so, what about that beast that I assume is an S-rank? Because it has a large core that’s neither pure mana, elemental mana or even corrupt mana.
"Hooo." I breathe out as I shake my head.
Well, all that doesn’t matter, there’s nothing I can do.
What matters is that I caught one Pirantroph. And I sliced its neck off with a windblade.
The moment the other Pirantrophs saw the display, they went into haywire frenzy mode, and they started running away under the pouring rain— heading deeper into the terrains.