Gelman landed steadily on the ground, his Crow Hunter Robe fluttering around him. He looked quite dashing.
The robe, blessed with a professional Hunter's Nen, was indeed more durable than ordinary clothing. Even under Little Nightmare's "caresses," it had only been lightly scratched, not torn.
He watched as the enormous body of the Nightmare Leopard dissolved into black smoke.
The wisps drifted away, gradually breaking down the Nightmare Leopard until it had completely vanished, leaving nothing behind.
The moon, which had nearly been obscured by the clouds just moments ago, now shone brighter than ever.
This wasn't an ordinary "beast." It was a monster that had merged with the darkness of the night... Darkness was its lair.
"Are you all right?"
Only after confirming the Nightmare Leopard was dead did Gelman go over to Biscuit.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a minor injury."
Biscuit's burly body slowly shrank. She had deliberately let the Nightmare Leopard claw her, leaving her back streaked with blood. But the wound hadn't reached her organs, so it really wasn't serious.
She didn't even cry out in pain. She simply held out a hand to Gelman and gave it a little wave, as if telling him to hand something over.
Gelman stared at her in confusion for a moment before catching on. He took off his black robe and wrapped it around her, covering her back.
They hadn't just met, after all. Biscuit hated her original physique, and she hated looking disheveled just as much. She always wanted to look beautiful.
"Good thing you're smart," Biscuit said with a few smug chuckles, pulling the robe tight around herself. "Let's go check on Menchi and Buhara. That was their first battle on the Dark Continent..."
Menchi and Buhara had been surrounded by Little Nightmares just moments earlier,