It was a moonless night where one could not even see their own fingers.
A dense temperate broad-leaved forest.
There was something hidden in the surroundings, something extremely cunning and brutal.
Fati could clearly smell evil.
It had fought with several terrible enemies, whether it was the bronze cat from thousands of years ago, the nine-lives cat in the mahogany forest, or other enemies hiding in the dark. It had rich experience in fighting demons, but the enemy in front of it seemed to be more difficult.
What was this place?
Fatale could not remember when and how he came here. He had been in this strange forest for at least dozens of days.
At first, it wanted to leave the forest, but this forest was too vast. No matter which direction it went, it was an endless sea of forests, as if there was no end.
One day, it suddenly noticed an abnormality. It was a living creature's instinct that a terrible enemy had appeared nearby.
