The Ultimate Skill System: Absorb, Upgrade, Create, Transfer - Chapter 4 - : White Wolves

... he fading light of the day casting long shadows across the ground.

The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth.

In his hands, he carried the limp body of a Horned Rabbit, its once-proud horns now drooping lifelessly.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. Night was approaching, and the darkness seemed to creep in from the edges of the trees, swallowing the light bit by bit.

He had been walking ...