The afterglow of the sunset shone on the grassland, which had just witnessed a chaotic battle. Large patches of grass were trampled on or burned, making the once smooth grassland appear uneven. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning fur, mixed with wafts of roasting meat. The tailless dogs had left behind more than a hundred charred corpses, and were whimpering as they scattered and fled. Despite their strong collective strength, the tailless dogs, a large beastman group, lacked a beast king; once scattered, they found it difficult to regroup. There was no need to worry about them causing trouble for other nomadic tribes, so the five members of the adventure team calmly watched as the beasts dispersed and disappeared into the distant shrubs.