Blackstone Tribe.
Deep within the boundless mountain ranges,
hundreds of warriors clad in crude beast hides were fleeing for their lives, their faces filled with panic.
"Run! Run! We've enraged that giant beast!"
"That monster can shatter the earth with a single stomp and bring down forests with one roar—it's far too terrifying!"
"We knew full well it was its territory. We never should have barged in… We're finished now!"
The warriors were in utter disarray.
Yet amid the fleeing crowd, a group of young men pushed against the flow instead.
"Roger! What are you and your hunting party trying to do? Run now!"
"Don't be reckless, Roger! That giant beast is absolutely not something we can kill. Hurry and leave!"
"That's right! You may be the strongest warrior in the tribe, but you have no idea how powerful that beast really is! You're no match for it!"
But the youths turned a deaf ear to the old hunters' desperate warnings and instead strode forward toward the beast.
