The rain had long stopped, but the air still clung damp and heavy.
Each step Lin Fang took pressed into soft earth, his boots sucking against the mud as he walked deeper into the savanna's heart. The night stretched wide — a black ocean beneath a dying crescent moon.
He wasn't hunting weaklings anymore.
This time, he was after the giants.
He remembered Li Liu's voice from days ago — her calm, precise tone echoing in his mind.
"The elephant-type monsters," she had said, "are the kings of defense. Slow, yes, but near unbreakable. Don't provoke a herd unless you're confident you can end it in one strike."
Now, standing at the edge of their territory, Lin Fang finally saw what she meant.
At first glance, it looked like nothing but scattered boulders. Enormous stones dotted the plain, each one glinting faintly under the moonlight. No movement. No sound. Just silence — the kind that presses on the ears.
