The aftermath of the gnolls' defeat was suffocating, the air thick with the stench of blood and metal. Noah, unaffected by the carnage surrounding him, stood motionless.
Letting out a weary sigh, he knelt beside the lifeless bodies of the gnolls. These creatures, corrupted by darkness, were not entirely at fault for their savage nature. Noah scavenged their remains, collecting only a meager assortment of crude weapons and a handful of worn-out Magic Stones.
Securing the loot in his trusty Item Box, Noah stood up and continued his journey. As he ventured deeper into the forest, his heightened senses detected a new sound - the unmistakable snarls and growls of more gnolls. But this time, their numbers had multiplied. Ten, if his estimation was correct.