"Do you see it?"
Kael whispered lightly as he crouched low behind a thick bush, his eyes fixed on the clearing ahead, where a 4-meter-large, horned beast stood near the edge of a stream, drinking water. It had glowing red markings along its back and thick scales covering its body.
[Name: Unnamed]
[Race: Forest Wyrn]
[Rank: Common]
[Age: 68]
[Level: 42]
[Strength: 84]
[Agility: 74]
[Speed: 71]
[Stamina: 75]
[Defense: 91]
[Mana: 130]
[Intelligence: 110]
[Charisma: 80]
[Strengths: Strong defense, immense physical power, ground-shaking attacks.]
[Weaknesses: Slow movement, low mana, struggles against aerial enemies.]
…
Kael silently observed the beast's strength.
It wasn't a particularly strong beast, Kael knew it as well, but he also knew that in the forest, it was never about a beast's individual strength. The forest was Magic Beasts' territory.
