Beast Evolution Forge

The ground cracked beneath Vell's feet as he shifted, his body moving with a speed that defied the monster's calculations. He appeared behind it, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he watched it sail through the air, its momentum carrying it further than intended.

"Too slow," he taunted, his voice laced with a mocking edge. He could sense its confusion, its frantic attempts to reorient itself mid-air. It was a predictable pattern, one he'd seen before—the desperate scramble of a speed-based fighter when its advantage was nullified.

The monster twisted, managing to land on its feet but stumbling slightly as it tried to regain its balance. Its compound eyes darted around, searching for him, its antennae quivering with agitation. "W-where…?" it muttered, its voice laced with a hint of panic.

He appeared before it, his movements a blur, his sword already drawn and aimed at its neck. It froze, its eyes wide with shock and disbelief. It hadn't even registered his movement, let alone reacted to it.

"Here," he whispered, his voice cold and menacing, making it's blood run cold.

"N-no…" The creature stammered, its legs trembling as it tried to backpedal, but it was too late.

With a swift, precise strike, his blade severed its head, sending it flying through the air in an arc of blood and gore. He didn't even flinch as the body collapsed, twitching slightly before going still.

He sheathed his sword, his movements fluid and practiced. His expression was calm, almost bored, as though the fight had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "Two more," he muttered, turning his attention to the one he knocked away into the trees.

He vanished from sight, reappearing next to the downed monster, which was groaning and clutching its chest where he'd struck it. It looked up, its eyes widening in terror as it saw him standing over it, sword drawn.

"You… how…?" it stammered, struggling to breathe.

"Simple," he replied, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "You're predictable." He raised his sword covered in blood.

The monster's eyes widened further, a desperate plea forming on its lips. "Wait—! I… I can be useful! I know things! I can—"

He cut it off with a swift, decisive strike, silencing it permanently. He sheathed his sword again, not even bothering to glance at the corpse. "Useful? How so, by being a pathetic punching bag?" He scoffed, turning his attention to the last remaining monster—the mysterious one with the strange mana pattern. It didn't move an inch this entire time, just stood there watching.

'Only that one huh... it looks strong... its getting me all excited.'

He approached it slowly, his steps measured and deliberate, each footfall echoing in the sudden silence of the forest.

The air was filled with anticipation, a silent promise of violence hanging heavy between Vell and the imposing figure before him. His predatory grin widened, his eyes glinting with a thrill that belied his outward calm. He stopped a few paces from the creature, tilting his head slightly as he studied it.

Unlike the others he'd faced, this one was more humanoid, closer to his own size, clad in what appeared to be intricately woven armor made of natural materials. Its face, though monstrous, held an intelligence that the others lacked, its eyes burning with a cold, calculating light.

"So," he began, his voice low and laced with a mocking edge, "you're the leader, huh? The brains of the operation. Not quite the hulking brute I was expecting."

The monster didn't flinch, its gaze unwavering. A faint smile played on its lips, a chillingly confident expression that sent a shiver down his spine.

"You talk too much," the monster replied, its voice smooth and surprisingly resonant. "Your arrogance is amusing, but ultimately, it will be your undoing."

He chuckled, a sound that echoed unnervingly in the stillness of the forest. He lunged, his movements a blur of speed and precision. His sword flashed, aiming for a swift, decisive strike, but the monster reacted instantly, its own blade, a wickedly curved dagger, parrying the blow. The impact reverberated through the air, the clash of metal sending sparks flying.

Vell's grin widened. "Not bad," he admitted, his tone laced with genuine surprise. "But can you keep up?"

He pressed his attack, a whirlwind of motion, each strike aimed to test the monster's defenses. His blade darted in and out, feinting and thrusting, probing for a weakness. The monster met each attack with equal precision, its dagger a blur of motion as it deflected the blows, its movements fluid and graceful, almost like a dance.

Their fight became a deadly ballet—a clash of skill and precision, a battle of wits. Vell's agility and speed against the monster's uncanny ability to anticipate his every move. He moved like a monster himself, darting in and out of the monster's reach, his blade a whisper of death. The monster, though seemingly less agile, moved with an almost preternatural awareness, its dagger always in the right place at the right time.

'I knew it, this one is bad news, its not as fast as me but that precision is annoying, i can't land a single attack and something tells me that its not even trying yet.'

He sensed an opening and pressed his advantage, his blade slicing through the air, aiming for the monster's exposed ribs. But the monster anticipated his move, sidestepping the attack with ease and countering with a swift, precise thrust of its dagger. He barely parried the blow, the force of the impact sending vibrations up his arm.

He leaped back, creating some distance between them. His eyes narrowed, his grin fading slightly as he reassessed his opponent. This wasn't just a mindless brute; this was a skilled fighter, one who could match him blow for blow.

"Interesting," he muttered, his tone laced with a hint of respect. "You're not as dumb as you look."

The monster's smile widened, a predatory glint in its eyes. "The same could be said for you, human," it replied, its voice smooth and dangerously calm. "But don't mistake my composure for weakness. I've been waiting for a worthy challenge."

His grin returned, his excitement flaring. "A worthy challenge, huh?" He chuckled. "I like the sound of that. Then let's make this fight a little more....interesting."

He lunged again, his body glowing with a surge of mana. This time, his movements were different—faster, sharper, more unpredictable. He was no longer testing the monster; he was hunting it, his blade a blur of deadly intent. The monster met his renewed assault with equal ferocity, its dagger flashing as it parried and countered, its movements as precise and deadly as his own. The air crackled with energy, the ground beneath their feet trembling under the strain of their battle.

Their blades clashed again and again, the sound echoing through the forest like thunder. Sparks flew, blood sprayed, and the ground became stained with the marks of their struggle. Neither gave an inch, neither showed any sign of weakness. It was a battle to the death, a clash of titans, and the forest itself seemed to hold its breath as the two warriors danced on the edge of oblivion.

'It's not enough....I am stronger and faster, there has to be something i am missing.' His eyes glowed with a predatory hunger. He could feel his mana reserves dwindling, his movements becoming slightly less precise. He needed to end this quickly, or he'd risk exhaustion. He feinted a low strike, drawing the monster's attention downward, then spun, his blade arcing upwards in a swift, unexpected attack.

The monster's eyes widened slightly as it realized it had been tricked. It tried to block, but it was too slow. Vell's blade grazed its arm, drawing a hiss of pain and a spray of blood.

He didn't give it room to breathe, his attacks becoming more relentless, more ferocious. The monster stumbled back, its movements becoming less fluid, less precise as it struggled to keep up with his onslaught. He could sense its growing desperation, its weakening resolve.

or so he thought.

It chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down his spine. "Impressive," it said, its voice laced with a deadly edge. "I now understand why mother has taken a liking to you." It movement's changed and before Vell could even process anything, his chest was in pain a blow sent him flying.