Under the dim silver glow of the Luna, a black-haired young man and his wolf cub companion breathed heavily, trembling under the covers of thick bushes.
A few meters in front of them was a fairly huge yet slim beast—eight feet tall, fifteen meters in length.
The creature resembled a malnourished demonic fox, with its mouth, claws, and tail, all crackling with thunder.
It carefully sniffed around, certain that it sensed prey here just a while ago, and not the Red Goblin it just gobbled up as a snack.
No.
There was another…
Earlier, Hal was lost in the wonders of the Blue Zone when he suddenly felt small, forceful pulls on the bottom of his trousers.
It was Loki, an urgent look on its face as it kept staring in one direction while pulling him toward the opposite.
This instantly snapped Hal out of his reverie.
