In the blink of an eye, a week passed.
On this day, on the outer fringes of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, a Blood-Thirst Rat, a full half-meter in size, crawled cautiously through the gloomy, dark forest. Its tiny, blood-red eyes swept vigilantly across the woods, its sharp teeth and claws catching a chilling glint under the moonlight.
After quickly scurrying a short distance further, just as the Blood-Thirst Rat lowered its head to contentedly gnaw on the tree bark's sap, a white blur suddenly shot out from the dark, spewing a wave of freezing cold air.
Chapter 58