The Horror Of Brimfield Estate [part 3]

CHAPTER 121

Two figures streaked through the darkness, their movements a blur as they rushed forward with wheeling mobility.

Suddenly, their advance came to an abrupt halt as a monstrous roar tore through the forest, shattering the eerie silence.

Dread etched across their faces as they exchanged a contemplative glance.

The cloaked scout spoke first, his voice laced with apprehension.

"That must be a Bulfor. Ox-like monsters of tremendous strength. They are a terrible matchup for speed-based fighters like us."

His partner, a scarred man named Vaughn, remained silent for a few heartbeats before his gaze hardened with grim determination.

"We're going forward."

"But Vaughn," Flynn protested, "a Bulfor is a beast-rank monster. Even as Nomad ranks, challenging one seems foolish, doesn't it?"

Vaughn scowled, his jaw set.