The morning sun barely pierced through the thick, glowing canopy of the wild forest, but Tony Clark was already moving.
It had been several days since he escaped the toxic environment of his branch family estate, and his life had completely transformed into a brutal cycle of survival, blood, and relentless training.
He walked along a narrow, rocky ridge, his wooden hunting bow slung tightly across his back and a sharp hunting dagger hanging from his leather belt. His eyes, sharp and completely analytical under the influence of his Truth Eye, scanned the dense foliage below for any sign of high-energy forest beasts.
