The night was deep, just past noon, when a delicate new moon like the tips of a young girl's brow hung high in the skies, with a few lonely stars twinkling unwillingly.
In a corner of the Mazaro Breeding Farm, the gnashing sounds unique to a Dark Beast devouring its meal could be heard—upon close listening, it was someone desperately hungry, consuming meat.
A Snowflake Cattle was being devoured at a speed almost impossible to predict by the naked eye, with no human figure in front of the herd.
Only a pair of slender, pale to the point of sickly hands could be seen flailing, with fresh, still-bleeding beef being rapidly sliced from the body of the Snowflake Cattle.
Blood water kept dripping onto the ground—this cattle thief didn't even bother to use fire, and instead directly consumed the raw meat.
It? Seemed famished, continuously gobbling down the raw beef.
