Surrounded by mountains, there was a green valley within.
A huge figure suddenly flew backward, harshly smashing onto the grayish-brown rocks, leaving a clear indentation. The White Wolf landed along with the fluttering rubble, shook its head, and looked up ahead.
It was a short, bizarre tree with hundreds of interwoven branches, twisted like talons, resembling a wooden demon.
Both the strange tree and the White Wolf were supreme rulers of the Great Snow Mountain; there were three or four other beings like them. They maintained a tacit understanding, refraining from waging wars until they had absolute strength, so as not to give other creatures an opportunity to benefit.
But today, the Wolf King from the east had ventured into the western valley, seemingly determined to fight to the death.
"…"
The strange tree, furious and puzzled, continuously emitted weak mental fluctuations, interrogating the other.
"Ugh… woo…"
