The Kirin standing on the high platform looked down indifferently at the stag spirit below with its blood-red eyes.
The chaos magic power below was too dense, making it feel uncomfortable.
However, the Kirin's ability to control thunder made it easy to manage from this distance.
Although it wasn't too concerned with ecological balance, since it was already here and the invasive species had appeared right under its nose, summoning some thunder to strike a few times wouldn't be any trouble.
The proud and elegant Kirin tilted its head up to catch the remains of a giant bee blasted upwards by the thunder, and began to gnaw on it.
The insect's shell was crispy from the lightning strike.
The paralyzing venom inside was as stimulating to the Kirin as a carbonated drink.
To be honest, if it weren't for the Kirin's dislike of the Valley of Miasma, the taste of the giant bee alone might have brought it here more often.
