A slim but long black pillar tore through the ruins, propelling itself towards the dense forest on the outskirts.
At the far end of the staff, pressed brutally against the golden cap, was the eight-legged black panther, screaming in agony as it was hurled away. In the blink of an eye, the black pillar retracted and vanished, but the beast had been thrown far away into the distance.
Inside the broken quarter, Adam coughed mouthfuls of blood as pain radiated through his entire body. Yet the grin on his face never disappeared. "Haha, t-that was close!"
He leaned on the staff as he rose to his feet. Then, without wasting another moment, he turned in the opposite direction of where the panther had been hurled and ran as fast as he possibly could.
