Rex had wondered that something seemed to be missing.
His plan against the Werewolves—it somehow went smoothly but he felt something amiss.
Now he realized what it was.
Living in the new era made his senses about the mutated animals dull.
Considering that mutated animals above the eighth-rank realm were rather rare, he was used to not needing to deal with them, especially with his current strength. Most, if not all mutated animals ran away from a glimpse of his presence.
He was used to that happening to him.
Because of that Rex forgot that it was the time of the Second Breath.
It seemed the mutated animals took full benefit of the peace and accumulated their strength.
Only when they managed to reach their desired strength did they come out of hiding.
"I will now explain the situation"
As the Second Breath finally showed its fangs, Rex gathered the others to hold a meeting.
