Ark sat down behind a tree, trying to breathe as noiselessly as possible while at the same time trying to take in as much air as he could.
The manticore, a few feet away from him, rose to its feet and shook the dirt off its body.
Ark was no match for the beast, he was bleeding from multiple cuts on his body, had internal bleeding and was completely exhausted.
He wasn't even meant to fight strong Immoral beasts, a profane beast was far above his class.
And yet he had to win no matter the cost, Ark could already see the sky brightening up. Very soon it would be morning.
That was when he remembered something he had forgotten all this time.
'The panic button!'
He tried to pull it out of his Jeans but when he did, the ball fell to the ground and rolled a little before splitting into two identical halves.
There was nothing within the ball, it was a fake.
Ark contained the urge to laugh. 'To hate me so much as to want me dead…'
