Eagle head, tiger body, lion hands, bull hooves, leopard tail...
A strange yet harmonious feeling washed over him.
The God of the Wild and the Stars!
This was the first time he saw the statue of the god, and he hadn't expected it to look so... abstract.
But appearance was a trivial matter—just getting closer he could clearly feel the immense Divine Power that belonged to the God of the Wild and the Stars.
The real prize was here!
Lear's mood soared instantly.
He slowly stepped closer to the Temple of the Wild.
This time, there was no warning of danger.
He felt at ease.
Passing through the open doorway, the details of the temple were reflected in his eye.
The interior wasn't lavishly decorated but resembled a primitive yet sacred natural cavern.
The ground was rough stone slabs, unpolished, on which naturally grew moss emitting a faint light.
