Dark meadow.
It feels like it hasn't rained in a long time.
A damp breeze passes through the grass.
I can hear water seeping up at my feet.
It feels endearing.
But at the same time, it feels unpleasant.
It's too quiet.
Even the sound of birds.
Insect sounds too.
I can hardly hear it.
He walks slowly.
then.
Something flashes through the grass.
Glass stag.
Deer with antlered antlers.
3 meters.
Several of them run across the meadow.
But something is following.
Flower mantis.
A giant wart disguised as a flower.
And a pack of Brush Raptors.
Predators are chasing prey simultaneously.
but.
At that moment.
They change their goal.
They all look this way.
"You've been found out."
The brush raptors charge first.
He lowers his body.
And dash.
Shadow Sword.
The sword swings once.
But it looks like it has been cut multiple times.
A red line appears, albeit late.
The bodies of the brush raptors split open.
Blood scatters across the grass.
Then the ground shakes.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Solo beast.
Giant horned beast.
A body over four meters long.
Charge straight ahead.
After that, several Spike Bores follow.
They are the Chariots of the Steppe.
He exhales.
And he held the sword at an angle.
Moment.
X-shaped sword light.
X slit.
A massive cross strike cuts through the front.
Hon Beast's horn breaks.
My body is splitting.
The Spike Bowers who followed also fall.
but.
A fog is rolling in.
Mist crawler.
Dozens.
An insect-like monster that only moves through the mist.
I can only see snow.
Red eyes.
Yellow eyes.
blue eyes.
Dozens appear at the same time.
He walks forward just as he is.
Attacks are coming from all directions.
the left.
right.
Back.
Above.
But the black does not stop.
Afterimage.
Afterimage.
Continuous slashes.
Cross cut.
Rotational cut.
In an instant, dozens of sword beams spread out.
The fog itself tears apart.
The Mist Crawlers shatter and collapse.
And.
It gets quiet.
But this time is different.
I don't see any monsters.
Instead of.
The grass is flattened.
As if some enormous being had just passed by.
In one direction.
continuously.
continuously.
He kneels and examines the trail.
"This is…”
These are not ordinary footprints.
They're not even meadow monsters.
It's bigger than Horn Beast.
It's heavier than a sky crane.
then.
I hear a cry from afar.
Screeeech
Like the sound of metal being scraped.
And.
The mist deep in the meadow ripples.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
A massive shadow rises.
Just from what could be seen through the grass, it stretched for dozens of meters.
Is it a throat.
Are they horns.
I can't even tell whether it's a tree.
The dark meadow.
Much earlier than I thought.
It was the domain of that something