He paused by another pool of water to grant himself a reprieve from his march, which had persisted relentlessly for a full day, and listened to his surroundings for a time; there wasn't a single sound. Throughout his journey, he had encountered neither another pack nor a Boss-tier beast, nor was it possible for him to do so.
Even though wild beasts were not as intelligent as mortals, in certain regards, they could be far superior to them. The beast packs, sensing his lethal aura sharpened by committing slaughter upon slaughter, were clearing his path; they dared not disturb the supreme predator.
They couldn't care less about infringing upon the borders of the beasts in neighboring territories, and the wild beasts whose territories were being invaded could comprehend exactly why the others were doing so. There was a predator in their ecosystem; they could only survive the cataclysm they could not contend with by evading it altogether.
