The knight swiftly plunges the weapon into the monster's neck, making the beast roar in pain. The blade shines crimson when he pulls it out of the flesh, but he keeps the grip on his greatsword still.

Ghost has been feeling a pair of eyes on him ever since he had started fighting with the beast. He turns to scan the dark trees with his piercing amber eyes.

"Show yourself."

His voice is as cold as his pitch-black steel armor, his tone demanding.