"The Legendary Dew Stealer!"
The spiked man shouted with a prideful tone like he was praising himself and not the burly man in the front. "They say no one can steal someone's Dew like him."
"Please stop with that nickname." In the front, the leader was dying of embarrassment; his earlier enthusiasm was fading. His embarrassment deepened further when he noticed the woman's slightly disgusted expression.
"Why?"
Just then, the four of them froze and looked ahead with serious looks on their faces.
The beast horde had stopped… which meant they had arrived at their location!
The burly leader guided the group to a secluded corner where he could see the clearing ahead without obstruction.
The sight they saw was so magical that not even the beasts were making a move against each other and watched the divine phenomenon occur in peace.
They had surrounded this clearing from all directions. Each beast stared at the center without blinking.
