A massive procession moved through the streets of Moscow, flanked by onlookers beyond the caution tape that lined the road.
For the ordinary citizens, this was the first time they had witnessed so many legendary Supernatural Beings appear all at once.
Such a remarkable spectacle was impossible to ignore, arousing an irresistible curiosity; to never witness it up close would be a lifetime's regret. Besides, with the Aurora Society patrolling, there was little need to worry about safety.
Leading the way at the front of the procession were Edward and Fat Orange, while the Night Wolf Tribe Chief, Luojin, with a dried Wolfsbane pinned to his chest, took up the rear, keeping watch.
Amid the group, the Serpent Tribe Chief, Babas, held his head high, his slitted cold and fierce gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his expression frosty. His tail, several meters long and covered in blue-green scales, slithered silently on the street.
