Compared to the first day, this time the monsters around seemed restless. Their breathing was heavier, their claws dug grooves into the soil, and their eyes flickered with a light that was far from calm.
Prince and Gale were restless too, though for an entirely different reason.
For the beasts, it was hunger for the "fruit" before them. They could feel that the treasure they waited for was about to bloom, and if they could seize even a fraction of it, their paths would advance by leaps and bounds. That was enough to drive them half-mad with anticipation.
For Prince and Gale, it was dread.
Though they had laws more profound than their peers, and though their strength eclipsed what their levels suggested, the truth was simple: they were still only two. Facing close to five dozen Rank 3 monsters was suicide.
