Chief Moussa's jaw dropped at the sight of the limbless King of the Beast. The beast that slaughtered the best hunters from his village. The monster that had been haunting him in his dream, was now powerless before him, not to him exactly, but to the first player that arrived in his village.
The gears in his head spun, trying to proceed to the scene before his eyes. The beast was nowhere weak, it was stronger even compared to him, and yet the player subdued it without making a single move.
The Hunter Village Chief stayed next to the player all the time, and he never saw the player move. It meant something else attacked Elder Zwaki. His eyes fell on the golden imp that floated next to the player with a wide smile, revealing the sharp and pointed teeth. He could not feel anything from the imp, and he could not tell how strong this small imp was.
