Night Hunt

Crimson Sea Cliff.

I had heard about the monsters that appeared here beforehand.

Harpies inhabited the cliffs, while Boracuas lived in the water, constantly waiting for a chance to prey on humans.

'The problem is, I don't know what appears at night.'

To begin with, harpies weren't active at night, and the survivors here had said it wasn't harpies either.

All I could be sure of from the sound of wings was that they were aerial mobs.

No one knew.

In other words, every single person who hadn't hidden in a cave had ended up dead.

'Hmm, I don't think I have enough time to make it to the cave I'd marked.'

By then darkness had settled in, and the sound of flapping wings was drawing closer. After some consideration, I immediately changed direction. I quickly installed an anchor in the wall, then grabbed the rope and descended all the way down...