"No matter how many times I lay eyes upon it, the sight remains unbelievable," remarked a man, his gaze fixed upon the vast expanse of sand that stretched before him, the wind whispering softly around him.
"Elder Mark, even your discerning eyes couldn't perceive its presence," Trevor acknowledged, addressing the man beside him. Mark, the individual whom Trevor had entrusted with the task of capturing the elusive creature, had been paid handsomely with spirit stones for his services.
Mark nodded solemnly in agreement. "Indeed, its strength has grown exponentially within a mere half-century. A truly remarkable feat," he conceded, his voice tinged with awe.
Curiosity gnawing at him, Trevor voiced the question that had been plaguing his thoughts since their encounter. "Why does it persist in circling Etria?"
"It seeks to flee this realm," Mark explained, his senses heightened as he awaited the creature's return.
