[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
The surrounding Deseruit Beasts began to hesitate.
Not all of them, but it was enough. The ground was becoming a carpet of bodies after all. Limbs, tails, broken jaws, and severed claws. Blood soaked into the soil in spreading stains, and the fog carried a thick iron scent.
Some of the more intelligent Deseruit Beasts tried to shout, tried to rally.
"Our bravest lord will tear you apart!"
"Human! You don't stand a chance!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Their voices were shrill and far too loud. They were trying to convince themselves as much as they were trying to convince the others.
Grimm didn't respond to the threats.
