The mutant jaguar really did seem like the apex predator of this region. Everywhere it passed, other mutant beasts scattered like leaves in the wind. Honestly, it made things easier—less trash to deal with along the way.
Ethan popped a Tier 5 crystal core into his mouth, swallowed it down, and blinked forward again with [Teleportation], keeping up the chase.
Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it finally realized it was running out of time, but the jaguar started to panic. Its movements grew erratic, and before long, it had sprinted straight toward a cliff's edge.
Ethan appeared behind it in a flash, cutting off its retreat.
"Go on," he said with a crooked smile. "Keep running."
The jaguar glanced at him, then back at the cliff behind it. Its expression twisted into something almost human—resignation, maybe even sorrow.
It couldn't believe it—once the undisputed king of this territory, now cornered by a single human.
