The second day passed quietly for Nero.
After resting for a few hours in the branches of an enormous tree, he resumed his hunt, venturing farther into the eastern region of the pocket world. The morning was spent eliminating monsters, while the afternoon brought several encounters with cadets who had been unfortunate enough to cross his path.
His movements had become almost instinctive.
Darkness concealed him.
Wind carried him.
And when the moment came to strike, his opponents rarely had enough time to understand what was happening.
By the time the sun began its slow descent, Nero had accumulated another considerable number of points. Yet, despite his continued success, his interest in hunting had begun to wane.
He had enjoyed himself the previous night, but even entertainment could become monotonous when repeated too often.
Besides, there was something else he wanted to do.
Find somewhere quiet.
Eat something decent.
