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As evening approached, the sun slowly sank into the rolling Bison Mountain Range to the west, half of the orange-red fireball submerged in darkness, and the other half igniting the sky, making the surrounding clouds appear as golden red flames.
From the Agate Stone Plains to the Leyan Territory, there were vast stretches of forests with tree crowns clustered together, basking in the sun's afterglow and coating the distant mountain range in a dim golden veil.
In the distance, villages sent up cooking smoke, with grey columns spiraling up into the high winds.
The forest was silent.
Except for the chilling sound of chewing.
Crunch... Crunch...
A giant tiger, roughly as tall as a person and five to six meters long, buried its head in the carcass of a camel beast; beside it lay an overturned, broken wagon, and the mutilated body of the driver was hanging from the shattered carriage, with stark white spinal bones protruding from the severed waist.
