# Chapter 62 — Hunt 3
He crossed the upper branches until the trees opened over a shallow clearing, then stopped when the thing below moved between the bodies of several smaller monsters.
'Holy shit, is that a giant ant?'
The creature was devouring the smaller beasts with mandibles longer than Vell's arm, crushing their shells while the forest floor shook beneath its weight. Any of them would have given Yenna trouble, but this one could probably tear her apart if she met it alone.
'I am not at full strength, so I need to be careful,' Vell thought, studying the ant's legs and the gaps beneath its abdomen.
'Yeah, right.'
He dropped from the branch before caution could turn into hesitation, landing with his knees bent and his hands empty. This hunt was supposed to train his body, so he left the sword at his waist and decided to see how far his bare hands could carry him.
