(POV: Caspian)
The ground was soaked in a thin film of monster blood, steam rising off the corpses in hazy waves.
Caspian stood in the center of the C-Rank portal, his coat tied around his waist, fists bloody and skin bruised.
Stonebacked tuskers lumbered through the jagged fields ahead, tusks coated with dry blood, their heavy footsteps muffled by thick moss. The terrain stretched unevenly, dotted with dying trees, mud pits, and broken monoliths.
Caspian didn't bother to read.
His knuckles were raw. He hadn't use Bloodmoon this time.
"Fighting with your fists again?" Fianna asked, walking slightly behind him.
'I need the points,' Caspian thought. 'thats why I took in mission of C rank'
Then a low growl rose from the side of a crumbling pillar.
A venomhound, jaw dislocated unnaturally, slithered low from the mist. Its fur was oil-slick and wet, eyes glowing faintly purple.
Caspian moved first.
