章節 52: Mace Rat

In a plain where giant, dark trees could be seen in the distance. Vaguely illuminated by natural light coming from above, the expanse showed withered grass as tall as an adult person's waist.

Waist wrapped in bandages, his torn shirt, worn akin to a blazer, fluttered in the wind.

Lucas stared ahead, his face pale, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

Despite that, he was fully focused and committed to the scene ahead.

Spot, in his Hellhound Manifestation form, was fighting a beast akin to a field rat.

The field rat, however, was at least thrice the size of Spot in his Gentle Dog form. Its eyes were extremely red. Its gray fur added to the sense of dread it brought to the already decaying field of grass around it. The tail of the rat was also a curious sight, with the end tip carrying what seemed like a ball or a mace of some sort.