The sun had only just begun to climb when Kyle stood amidst the bloody remains of the wild boars, their heavy bodies strewn across the forest floor like broken barrels.
He cleaned his blade with a cloth he kept tucked in his coat, flicked away the last drops of blood, and exhaled slowly.
"What am I supposed to do with all of these?"
He muttered, staring at the dozen carcasses.
Dragging them all back himself was out of the question, and it was still too early to disturb Melissa or Bruce.
He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully.
Then, he felt it—a few familiar mana signatures flickering not far off.
Kyle recognized them from the village, weak but distinct. The same ones that had followed him yesterday.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"That solves that."
He moved toward the signatures swiftly, quietly, weaving through the trees with practiced ease until he spotted the small group of villagers.
