"This is… Golden Monkey?" Old Grant's eyes widened in disbelief.
It wasn't surprising that Mirage could mimic the form of any magical beast it had encountered in this mountain, such as Snowveil Fox, Snowtail Squirrel, and Frostfeather Bird. After all, they are common inhabitants of Eversnow Mountain.
Creatures Mirage could easily copy after seeing them with its own eyes.
But this was different.
Golden Monkey!
Not just any magical beast, but another Mystical Beast.
Unlike Mirage, whose existence remained wrapped in secrecy and doubt, Golden Monkey was famous across the world. Its golden fur, its unmatched strength, its affinity for Golden Apple—these were recorded in countless records and legends.
And now Mirage wore its form.
Old Grant's mind spun, 'Could it be… this Mirage has seen a Golden Monkey before?'
Here? In this mountain?
He clenched his magic staff tighter as a forgotten rumor surfaced in his memory.
