On the yellow dirt field, a pack of fish-shaped white wolves were moving as they carried white knights on their back. The pack numbered fifty to sixty strong, and each of them were huge, uni-horned beasts.
There was a purple-black lion with wings flying overhead, Garen sat on his knees as he fidgeted with the Cthulhu’s Origin that he had taken out from the ground with his hand.
There were three Origins rotating slowly within it, forming a small sphere,. They were of the Time God, War God, and Light God respectively, and among the three origins, The Light God’s was a middle-level Origin, and the remaining two were lower-level Origins.
Garen released some black smoke, they smoke rode the wind for some ten kilometers. Not a single living being dared come close to them along the way, ensuring safe passage for the convoy.
