The silhouette of the Dragon's wings casted a shadow over the Magical Beast Forest. Bast streaked across the sky with his wings wide open, sliding over the towering treetops. The gust from his massive body made the thick tree trunks, enough to take several people to hug, sway. The accumulated snow and icicles on the treetops continuously dropped, startling countless beasts and magical creatures hiding beneath the trees.
"Roar~~~" Bast let out a dragon roar and some weak little beasts and birds fell straight from the branches. They struggled helplessly on the ground, unable to stand up again. If it were any other day, animals that could not climb would have swarmed from the trees, but under the oppressive aura of the Drakes, all the beasts lay down, trembling, and not one dared to stand up to hunt.
