Damon appeared in a blur of shadows, materializing silently on the branch just behind the unsuspecting monkey. The creature, level 12 Feral Tree Flinger, froze mid-chew, sensing the shift in air pressure just a second too late.
Before it could screech or fling anything inappropriate, Damon grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and slashed its throat. The monkey flailed and twisted, its tiny eyes wide with indignation. Damon stared at it flatly, unimpressed, starting to absorb the blood essence using his hand.
Within a matter of seconds, the monkey was dead.
Damon did not bother to look at the notifications just yet. He simply moved on to another monkey. His shadowy form blurred again, and he reappeared above the next branch, where another Feral Tree Flinger let out a warning screech. It was too slow.
A blood cleave later, Damon was already absorbing its blood essence.
