The beast tide slowly retreated one by one in an orderly manner, akin to disciplined soldiers, leaving onlookers stunned and utterly perplexed.
Just moments ago, they had been bloodthirsty, but now they were retreating as if they were part of a well-organised military unit.
Amidst the confusion, a man materialised out of thin air, his gaze fixed on the receding tide of beasts.
"Weird," he muttered, his tone tinged with an air of curiosity.
The man appeared to be an average adult, clad in a black robe that concealed his entire form, save for a faint flame-shaped mark on his forehead. Despite his unassuming appearance, there was something peculiar about him that set him apart.
However, what truly baffled observers was the fact that this seemingly ordinary man was suspended in the air. Flying was a feat beyond the reach of ordinary individuals.
