Inside the Mirage Mountain Range,
The Single-Horned Giant Beast's roars were continuous, its vast wings flapping and stirring up hurricanes, breaking through the sound barriers as it fled into the distance.
Around it, the startled Transcendent Tier Mutant Beasts scurried away in terror.
The beasts at a lower level of life, those of the Awakening Tier, could only tremble under the savage aura of the Single-Horned Giant Beast.
As the overlord of this several-hundred-kilometer radius, many beasts recognized it.
Yet the Single-Horned Giant Beast continued to flee.
It cursed its own territory for being too vast for the first time.
That detestable human's speed of flight was no weaker than its own, and each swing of his sword brought about a sky full of flames that could severely wound it.
Its wings, its tail— It didn't know how many times they had been mended.
Each time, it had to spend 2%, 3% of its Origin.
