The morning came not with peace, but with challenge.
As sunlight pierced through the thick canopy of the forest, the entire seventh floor stirred awake. The gentle rustling of leaves shifted into a chorus of growls, screeches, and hissing breath. Noah could feel it before he even opened his eyes — the heavy, pulsating mana of predators closing in.
He sat up inside his tent, golden eyes flashing open. His instincts screamed danger.
"So it begins."
In one smooth motion, he rolled out of the tent, hand gripping Nemesis before his feet even touched the ground.
A low snarl echoed through the trees. Dozens of glowing eyes glinted in the shadows. Wolves — not ordinary ones. They were massive, each the size of a horse, their fur black as tar, streaked with green veins of mana coursing through their muscles.
[Forest Shadow Wolves – Rank: B-]
Noah exhaled sharply. B-ranks again, huh?
The moment he took his stance, the wolves lunged — a blur of teeth and claws.
SHING!
