A sanctuary of beasts. That was what it was.
It was a small garden filled with all sorts of colourful beasts and monsters. Atlas' mouth widened as he looked around, seeing everything from golden-coloured birds flying above to mountain-sized white tigers roaring at domineering golden lions.
And to top it off, the pressure being constantly emanated by these beasts was not weaker than the Nascent Stage. Not a single one of it.
'Shit!' Atlas cursed as he avoided being trampled by a large golden elephant.
He fell back onto his butt, breathing raggedly. In that same instant, the beasts stopped what they were doing to look at him simultaneously.
He gulped down scared and scampered backwards with a frightened expression.
"What in the world do we have here?" An airy voice called out, followed by a light-hearted sounding flute.
Atlas looked around for the person speaking but could find nothing but the large bodies of mountain-sized creatures.
