It was the kind of environment where predators ruled absolutely, and trespassers were dealt with swiftly and without mercy.
Arthur paused beneath the canopy of oaks, his senses cataloguing potential threats while his mind assessed the situation. The Golden Manes were known for their pack coordination and relentless pursuit tactics, like the Golden Beetle had said. Once they detected his presence, which would likely happen within minutes, he would be facing multiple epic or superior-rank creatures simultaneously, and unlike the others in other parts of the forest, those were high-level.
It was time to utilise one of his most powerful skills.
Staring at his skill list, Arthur focused on one particular ability that he hadn't had the chance to fully utilise as of yet. He had used it once before.
