The moment the monster, whose magnificent sight captured the essence of a prehistoric existence, appeared high up above them, Michael came to a realization.
'The canopy of the Untamed Jungle protects its inhabitants from the ferocious existences in the sky!'
He was terrified and rightfully so.
High-voltage electricity currents engulfed the earthy tones of the prehistoric monster as it issued an earth-shattering screech. Icarus' body stiffened and he instinctively adjusted his wings to lose altitude. The closer they were to the Untamed Jungle, the higher their chances of survival were.
'What is a Tier-4 Thunder Pteranodon King doing in the outer area of the Untamed Jungle?!?'
No matter how terrified Michael might be, it didn't make sense that a Thunder Pteranodon King turned the aerial space above the Untamed Jungle's outskirts into its territory.
