In an unnamed valley on Red Fruit Ridge.
A giant crow, as tall as a man and covered in black and gold feathers, was ravenously devouring the Red Fruits around it.
The Red Fruits here were vastly different from those elsewhere on Red Fruit Ridge; they had a faint golden hue.
The Golden Crow ate with relish.
While these Red Fruits were useless to the Barbarian People and other Great Demons, they were a great restorative for it.
Of course, not all Red Fruits were useful to it.
Before it became a spirit, when it was just an ordinary, motley-feathered crow, it had stumbled into this Red Fruit Forest and mistakenly ingested the fruits here.
To its surprise, the Sun Essence contained within these Red Fruits far surpassed others, even rivaling that of Spirit Fruits.
Driven almost entirely by instinct, it had remained in this Red Fruit Forest for fifty years.
