"Mario! Where the hell are you?! If you hear my voice, get your ass over here right now!"
The white lion's roars thundered, shaking the air. The horde heard it. Mario the Gorilla heard it. The birds circling above heard it.
High atop the towering magical tree, three birds perched on the branches, watching everything unfold within the Labyrinth Rings of Flame. The scene below was pure chaos—beasts shrieking in agony, blood soaking the ground, and birds singing in the thrill of carnage.
The cries of despair filled the sky.
"Master, something is amiss. That lion and the wolf are conspiring. Shouldn't we stop them?" asked Woodie.
John chuckled. "Nah, let them struggle. They're just rats caught in my game. It'll be far more entertaining if they break through my maze of fire."
Woodie hesitated before speaking again, his eyes burning with eagerness. "About the hunt… I wish to join the flock."
John raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You sure?"
