Under the bright moon's light, the Beast Continent appeared vast, with towering mountains, enormous lakes, and endless forests.
The air was calm, and gentle winds blew from east to west. The stars shone clearly across the night sky beside the great, luminous moon.
The massive Silver Eagle soared high above the Beast Continent, gliding silently over the clouds.
"So this is the Beast Continent we've heard so much about… a land filled with creatures neither fully human nor beast—an abomination," Zephar muttered as he gazed below, a smug grin twisting his face in disdain.
"They are pests that should never have existed in this world… utterly revolting." Nerion nodded, his tone cold and filled with contempt.
They continued to ride the Silver Eagle, their expressions dark with disgust as they looked down upon the many beastmen tribes scattered below.
Though a powerful urge to annihilate them flared in their hearts, they restrained themselves, focusing on their greater task.
