Inside the vast campaign tent, mana-lamps burned along the support poles, casting a steady glow across velvet-draped walls. At the center, floating panels of condensed mana projected the hunt in real time, their light reflecting on the stern faces of lords and ladies gathered to watch.
The feed froze for a moment on scorched stone, drifting ash, and the empty space where a Duskwraith Ape had once stood. No corpse or blood. Nothing left.
The silence was suffocating. Even the low hum of the mana projectors seemed loud.
Then the murmurs began.
"An Elite Adept beast… gone in seconds."
"He didn't even stagger."
"It was an execution."
The feed froze for a moment on scorched stone, drifting ash, and the empty space where a Duskwraith Ape had once stood. No corpse. No blood. Nothing left.
The silence was suffocating. Even the low hum of the mana projectors seemed loud.
Then the murmurs began.
"An Elite Adept beast… gone in seconds."
"He didn't even stagger."
