Carrying the female on his back, Muir flew to the top of a steep cliff. The horde of behemoths roared under the cliff, their roars resounding throughout the forests and causing the tree branches to shake, making the startled birds take flight.
Muir slanted his wings and let the female on his back slowly glide down, then gazed at her with bated breath.
This beautiful female whom he had peeked at from a distance countless times looked even more stunning up close. Her fair skin was like the flawless snow deep in the mountains, even softer and tender than other females in their infant days. It was like she had grown up sealed among fresh flowers. Her exquisite face looked pale, yet it made her look like a frail beauty, whom one couldn't help but yearn to bring her all the best things on earth.
She was such a perfect female, yet there was a heartbreaking flaw on her body—that was, the snake tattoo on her left ankle, proof she had been violated by a feral beast.
