Sleipnir's Adventure

As he stroked Sleipnir's mane to soothe the little fellow, who was actually not even three years old, Manus sorted through the information Sleipnir had provided.

Sleipnir himself lacked sufficient awareness of the outside world, so his account was highly subjective.

According to his own account, Sleipnir had initially been happily playing at home, galloping across the boundless mountains. He would occasionally stop for a drink, eat some of the fruit Manus had planted for them, or play with the other friends he had made in the creature park. Everything had been as usual.

But at some point, as he reveled in the joy of running at full speed, no one in the entire creature park could match his speed—not even his brother could do it—

And although he could not fly like his brother, he could run through the sky. He could not hover, but rounding up, that still counted as flying.

He was the fastest little one in the family!

Then, all of a sudden, he felt as though he had broken through the speed limit that had barely changed since his body had stopped growing.

Sleipnir had thought he had improved again. Just as he was about to share this delightful news with his friends, he realized something was wrong—where was this?

According to Sleipnir, he had arrived in a strange forest shrouded in mist. Everything there was grayish white, very similar to the color of his coat, and the trees grew... strangely. They did not even have leaves, let alone fruit.

At first, Sleipnir had merely found it odd, since he had never seen such an environment before. But after wandering around for a while, he had grown bored. Mainly because he had not seen a single living thing there, and the forest within the thick