SWISH, SWISH, SWISH...
Deep in the Ghost Howl Forest, four black-clad figures navigated through the dense trees.
The forest was dark and overgrown, with gnarled tree roots crisscrossing in a complex mesh. Despite the treacherous terrain, they moved with ease, weaving between the trees like ghosts at incredible speed.
Suddenly, shadows shifted in the forest undergrowth, and a fierce wind whipped up. Three Green-eyed Demon Wolves sprang forward.
"Hmph!"
The leader of the group snorted coldly, his figure soaring. His black cloak billowed, and three palm shadows, reeking of death, shot out. They appeared deceptively slow yet were terrifyingly swift, striking like lightning.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Before the three Level Three primary-rank Green-eyed Demon Wolves could even attack, dark palm prints appeared on their bodies. Black blood flowed from their orifices, and they collapsed, dead.
