Jiero Makabuhay looked up in the sky when a bright, shining light had blinded his sight.
He was covered in blood when the sudden bursting of light started to occur.
A dead, disintegrating beast was on his feet as he looked up to the sky.
The light is not just blinding.
It also tingles his skin into pain. The light was hot and burning. Even the heat that the sun glares to them in the middle of the day, is incomparable to the heat that this bright, white light has been pouring.
He wanted to grunt, for the heat of the light is damaging his whole body. He wanted to scream in anger and frustration, for he was disturbed from his early morning hunting routine. The beast below his feet should be the seventy-fifth beast he could have killed—not to mention that it was just thirty minutes a
