Tonight was destined to be a night to remember.
First, the Abyssal Dragon's roar echoed through the valley, followed by Orion's own bellow, and finally, the six-winged serpent's tiger-like cry. These sounds completely awakened the people of Moonshadow Valley.
Not long after, the hundred-meter-long body of the six-winged serpent was carried into the valley in sections, causing an uproar.
This night would be etched into the memory of every giant.
Because on this night, two beams of glory descended upon Moonshadow Valley, upon the Blackstone Tribe.
And the protagonist, Orion, now stood atop the stone wall at the valley's entrance, facing the distant darkness. His fur cloak flapped in the cold wind.
The lingering aura of the six-winged serpent was still strong, and no dark creatures dared to attack for the rest of the night.
