The sun set in the horizon, infusing itself with hues of blue, orange and purple, while the rest of the world was painted a uniform molten gold.
A lone hooded man walked up the narrow path of the mountain, cloak flapping against his heels in the evening breeze.
The wind howled faintly through the nearby peaks, but the man paid it no mind. Instead, he suddenly stopped, head tilting to the side.
Suddenly, there was a crack of stone to the side, and the snort of a creature.
A massive boar burst from behind a pile of rocks, its tusks glinting, and its muscles rippling with rage. It charged immediately.
The cloaked man didn't flinch. Instead, he shifted one step, and a bone arm lashed out, clean and fast.
There was a loud crack, and the boar flew sideways, its skull crushed inward. It hit the ground with a heavy thud and didn't rise again. Blood began to pool beneath its head.
The man knelt.
