Deep in the Great Prairie.
The weather was fair, with endless green grass composing a vast and beautiful scene.
Unlike lifeless objects, this scene was filled with boundless vitality.
Upon the scene, cattle and sheep roamed in small groups, leisurely grazing on the tender grass. Meanwhile, a pack of fierce wolves surrounded a large blue sheep they had hunted, their mouths bloodied from the feast.
In the sky, silhouettes of fierce birds occasionally appeared, clutching their prey as they soared through the air.
Since the Golden Eagle Race perished, the fierce birds and beasts previously driven away had returned to their birthplace, the Great Prairie.
Suddenly, the earth, like a green carpet, surged with a mysterious aura like a fountain.
This aura was rich and flowed across the Great Prairie like waves crashing toward every direction.
The first to sense this change were naturally the beasts living on the prairie.
