"Grrr!" Right past the Dungeon entrance were over forty Silver Grade Pranic Beasts, all turning their heads simultaneously to glare at Inala.
Their bodies were riddled with wounds, and judging by their expressions, their group seemed to have originally been composed of more than forty. They had lost them all while invading the Dungeon.
"Move!" Inala muttered, his expression cold as he released a tinge of his presence.
Whimper!
The group of Silver Grade Pranic Beasts kneeled in response, whimpering helplessly as some of the weaker ones fell unconscious. By now, the legends of the First Calamity had spread far and wide, making countless forces aware of the existence of the Royal Zinger.
And upon feeling a presence at the Mystic Grade, they didn't dare breathe, overwhelmed to their limit. Their hind legs trembled and hurriedly dragged their bodies away, parting open to reveal a path for Inala to traverse.
