Vin's eyes widened, and his lips parted to speak—
Grraaaarr––!
Unfortunately, he was cut off by a deep and loud, guttural roar that caused him to cover his ears on instinct.
Maxwell frowned, looking back at the red valley beyond the barrier.
There were three beasts. Brown and large, with slender builds. Their faces, shapes and ferocious tempers gave them a feline edge. They looked as if they were large, brown cats. Although Maxwell couldn't recall any animal in the cat family that had two large, sharp horns at their foreheads, and possessed crimson cores. He could even feel the corrupted mana radiating from them through the barrier.
The beasts, Mirators, had drools dripping from their mouths as they growled, exposing jagged, glistening sets of deadly teeth. They kept slashing at the invisible barrier with their claws, as if it would do any good. Their eyes were locked on their prey.
That fact annoyed Maxwell. He was no one's prey.
