A peaceful morning due to leaves falling with a "drip " sound but in a place of beasts, there is no such thing as peaceful as a fire alarm.
Suddenly, a "Roar " erupted, waking Alex from his sleep. Alex's injuries from the previous day were completely healed as if they had never existed. The mysteries of this forest, it seemed, were boundless. Another roar echoed through the trees, shaking the ground and sending a wave of havoc in the forest. The tree in which Alex had been resting trembled, its leaves quivering with the aftershocks of the beast's roar.
Alex knew he had to move. He quickly gathered his belongings, carefully ensuring that his precious nanotechnology devices were secure. Emerging from his hiding spot, he scanned his surroundings. What he saw made him question, 'It was not here yesterday.' The ground was littered with craters, evidence of a fierce and destructive battle. Whatever had caused such devastation was not something he wanted to encounter. Judging by the size of the craters, the beasts involved were likely of Guardian rank or higher.
Alex decided to leave the area as quickly and quietly as possible. He moved with the grace and silence of a shadow, each step light and deliberate. His training with Grandpa Max had taught him the importance of stealth, especially in hostile environments like this. As he made his way through the forest, he noticed the waterway nearby. What should have been a clear, refreshing flow of water was instead a river of crimson blood color, filled with the lifeless bodies of small fish.
The sight of the blood-stained stream piqued Alex's curiosity and concern. He decided to follow the trail of blood, moving cautiously and keeping to the shadows. His senses were on high alert, every sound and movement scrutinized. As he advanced, the forest grew eerily silent, the usual chorus of wildlife replaced by an oppressive stillness.
After several minutes of careful trailing, Alex came upon a gruesome scene. A massive creature lay dead, its body sprawled across the forest floor. It had fins and legs, a bizarre combination that made it difficult to identify. The beast's head was missing, severed cleanly from its body, and deep, jagged marks crisscrossed its flesh.
Alex checked his surroundings, ensuring he was alone before approaching the carcass. The blood was still fresh, pooling around the beast and creating a slick, dark stain on the ground. The scent of death was heavy in the air, a magnet for other predators. Alex knew he couldn't linger. He needed to keep moving before the smell attracted more danger.
The trail of blood continued beyond the dead beast, leading deeper into the forest. Alex hesitated for a moment and, with deep thought, decided to follow. The logical part of his mind told him to avoid the trail and find a safer route. But his instincts, by training and survival, urged him to press on. Something was compelling about the blood trail, a mystery that needed solving.
With a deep breath, Alex decided to follow the trail. He moved quickly but carefully, his eyes scanning for any signs of movement. The forest seemed to close in around him, the trees growing denser and the light dimmer. The trail of blood twisted and turned, leading him through a maze of underbrush and fallen logs.
As he rounded a bend, Alex came upon another unsettling sight. The body of a second beast lay in the middle of the trail, its form even more grotesque than the first. This one was covered in scales and had multiple limbs, each ending in razor-sharp claws. Like the previous creature, it bore deep wounds and was not missing a head.
The realization hit Alex like a punch to the gut. Something was hunting these beasts, something powerful and deadly. He needed to find out what it was, but he also needed to stay alive. The blood trail continued, drawing him further into the forest's dark heart.
The air grew thick with tension as Alex pushed forward. He could feel the weight of the forest pressing down on him, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or snap of a twig. Every step was a risk, every breath a reminder of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Finally, the trail led Alex to a clearing. In the center stood a massive tree, its trunk twisted and gnarled, ancient beyond measure. The ground around the tree was stained with blood, and the bodies of several more beasts lay scattered like discarded ant colonies. The scene was both horrific and mesmerizing, a tableau of violence and mystery.
As Alex stepped into the clearing, he felt a strange energy in the air. It was as if the very forest was alive, watching him, waiting. He approached the tree cautiously. There, at the base of the tree, he saw something that made his blood run cold.
A symbol was carved into the tree's bark, glowing with yellow shine, otherworldly light. It was a mark he had seen before, in the book texts Grandpa Max had provided him. It was the symbol of the legendary beast, a sign of immense power and ancient magic.
Alex reached out to touch the symbol, feeling its warmth under his fingers. As he did, a voice echoed in his mind, a whisper of warning. He couldn't make out the words, but the message was clear: he was on the brink of something extraordinary and dangerous.
Before he could react, the ground beneath him began to tremble. The legendary beast is something that even Ravager will find unable to kill even if in a vicinity they are found. Just run for your life. It is such an existence when it attacks a whole country will be nothing more than ash.
The trembling stopped Alex, who was not able to understand what had happened; they saw something shining and followed it. The forest was silent. Not a single beast's presence could be felt. As Arin closed his distance, Alex saw the shining thing was a piece of ice. Near it was the dead body of someone who appeared the same as Alex, but it had wings on his back. From his back, one of the wings was missing, and a hole was visible on his chest, but the question was, 'What is this one doing here?'