Deep in the dense primeval jungle south of the Kingdom of Taros, a messy yet lively temporary camp was busily preparing dinner. A black dire wolf as large as a calf was tearing apart a jungle giant lizard dozens of meters long, stripping away its thick hide piece by piece. The Jackalmen had built a huge bonfire, its blazing flames consuming the forest's precious magical black camphorwood. The light and heat drove away every beast and monster that dared approach, and even the ever-advancing Chaos power seemed to be slightly dispersed by the fire. Meanwhile, demon apes and bear monsters—magical beasts that had always been utterly incompatible—were miraculously working together in one team, gathering fruit or guarding the camp. If an elven scholar from the Green Tower saw this scene in the forest, their ears would surely twitch in shock, because in theory, none of the magical beasts in this camp could coexist. The consequence of gathering so many different kinds of magical beasts together was usually only one thing: a savage battle to the death. They would beat each other senseless...
Yet these magical beasts were peacefully crowded together. Judging by how skillfully they cooperated with one another, they had clearly grown accustomed to living together.
That was because a powerful leader had united them. This leader was strong, fair, and dignified. She would bite off the head of every disobedient fellow, whether it was a wolf or a bear. Even if it was a foul-smelling lesser demon, this leader had no hesitation about sinking her teeth into it...
After more than a dozen unlucky challengers had failed to defeat the alpha wolf, the magical-beast united tribe from the southern floating island was in a state of unprecedented unity...
Kalasios sat wrapped in a monk's robe on a rock