Walking through the mountain gorge, he listened to the brook murmuring past.
Compared with the era when the ancient Sixth-Ring Algae governed through rules, the countless craters large and small across the Wizard World had now been filled and repaired by nature's changes, with no trace left of its ancient decline.
Moreover, with wizards living in communities centered around the major wizard academies, the family-based towns and villages had vanished. Farmland was returned to forest, and the wilderness naturally became fragrant with flowers.
Two butterflies fluttered past. Like a traveler without a destination, Grimm walked along the mountain gorge.
Suddenly!
Roar...
A monster with scarlet flames burning around its neck looked down at Grimm from high atop the rock wall, letting out low growls. Its five-meter-long body marked it as the king of this gorge. There was not a shred of emotion in its icy gaze—it was a beast that chose its prey and devoured it.
Spring water dampened his feet. Leaning on his wooden staff, Grimm looked up within the gorge. The glaring sunlight made him narrow his eyes slightly beneath his golden hair. Their four eyes met.
Whimper, whimper.
In an instant, the Magic Beast that had looked so ferocious let out the whine of a tame puppy. After two soft whimpers, it leaped down from above and kept rubbing itself against Grimm's legs.
After reaching out to stroke its glossy, silky fur, Grimm sprang onto its back and rode the Magic Beast away at full speed.
A little less than half a day later, Grimm leaped down from the Magic Beast's back and stopped atop this mountain slope to look around. Ahead lay an inconspicuous cave that appeared to run very deep.
After a while, Grimm murmured, "This should be the place."
A blue glow of spiritual