This journey into an unknown Otherworld, born of curiosity, was supposed to be over.
Watching the colossal Crocodile Beast's silhouette vanish into the distant night, the slightly injured Red-horned Purple-scaled Lizard Beast looked away and turned, running back toward the spatial rift.
A few minutes later, not far from the scene of the battle, a resounding roar once again shattered the brief tranquility of the wilderness.
"ROAR… What's going on? This is the right spot!
There was a big tree here, and the circular spatial rift was just a dozen meters to its right. So where did it go?"
The Red-horned Purple-scaled Lizard Beast had been elated, immensely proud of its journey through the spatial rift into this unknown Otherworld. Now, however, all that joy vanished, replaced by a profound sense of unease.
It searched all around a large, leafy tree for a long time, but ultimately found no trace of the spatial rift.
