Under the withered World Tree, its roots crisscrossed like rolling earth dragons.
On one side, atop the old site of the Royal Palace, a tall temple was erected.
Inside the vast yet somewhat crude hall, the crisp sound of clashing echoed.
Three figures, each holding a large bowl filled with wine, guzzled it down with a glug, the splashing liquid wetting the hair around their mouths, quickly repelled by the Transcendent Force Field, and dripping onto the ground.
These three figures, all very burly, their presence as vast as the sea. Among them, an Alien Race member, had a wolf-like head, while the other two had even bigger bodies, one resembling a tiger and the other a bear.
From three different races.
The only similarity—the fierce Alien Races, their eyes, a bloody red.
"Damn it, guarding here every day, I'm almost fading into obscurity!" the Tiger Clan Patriarch complained.
"It's been decades," grumbled the Bear Clan Patriarch.
