From the edge of a towering cliff, Omega, Gamma, and Zuri gazed down upon the vast expanse of land spread out before them. Down below, a horde of grotesque creatures resembling decaying boars on stilts, topped with horse heads bristling with razor-sharp teeth, launched an assault on a colossal monster boasting four arms, a demonic visage, and a serpentine body. The trio observed the chaotic battle unfolding, Zuri's expression betraying a hint of revulsion.
"It's weird to think that our monsters were less ugly..."
"What's really weird is that everything here is at least S-rank," Gamma growled. "This continent lives in the maximum difficulty every day."
Omega's gaze sharpened as he observed the monster devouring one of the small creatures in a swift motion.
"The strong live and the weak die, it's like that everywhere... and it's just perfect for us."
Gamma extended his arms, flexing his fingers, as his eyes emitted a crimson glow.
