"Tch, what the hell are these two-legged reptiles?" Hal clicked his tongue, watching the movements of a bigger variant of the chicken-lizard beast Loki took down an hour ago through the eyes of his invisible [Spirit Wolf].
Of course, the differences between the species and elements were clear as day. It was just that Hal didn't know what these things were.
They were massive, causing mini-earthquakes for simply walking.
Some had horns; others had bright-colored combs and crests, and a few even had feathers as if they were really chickens.
But there were also a few things they had in common: their height of more than three meters, walking on two legs, and horrifying rows of sharp teeth.
One of the species was even hunting in small packs of four to five, which, to a human like Hal, was rather horrifying.
'Damn it…'
He was starting to regret his decision to send Loki away, instructing him to try and find the entrance.
