The moment Ethan Williams' feet touched the forest floor of deserted isle, his body relaxed instinctively, as if nature itself welcomed him.
He felt the pulse of mana thick in the air. The forest around him was alive with the sounds of battle—screams, roars, and the clash of steel. He took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and fresh air filling his lungs.
"Time to get to work," he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips.
He cracked his neck, his golden eyes scanning the jungle-like terrain of Isle island.
"Let's see what kind of monsters this island coughs up," he muttered, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Electricity danced across his fingertips. "I'm itching for a warm-up.
A rustle in the bushes to his left—Ethan turned without pause and dashed forward. A Novice (Low) rank creature, a Barkwolf, lunged out.
It had wooden fur and thorny fangs, but it didn't even have the time to growl. With a flicker of lightning and a single swing, the wolf exploded into splinters.
