A day passed in a blur, with Moon leading the team steadily toward the bottom of the treacherous mountain.
The fights grew more tedious the deeper they descended, because the Mountain Stalkers grew stronger the lower they went. What had started as easy prey near the peak had become some serious threats, each pack tougher than the last.
Staring at the dead pack sprawled across the ground, Garrett huffed and puffed, visibly winded by the altercation. "These damn things keep getting stronger. The ones down here hit like peak B-Rank beasts. And the fact that they're pure body-refiners makes it worse, very few weak point to exploit, with insane durability and power. You have to grind through every single one."
