In the dark swamp, mud bubbled with every movement of an unknown creature, and a foul stench wafted up heavily.
Around, from low bushes to tall trees, everything had sprouted, swaying gently in the wind.
At this moment, a rabbit suddenly jumped to the edge of a mud puddle. Just as it looked around in panic, preparing to jump to escape, a wide mouth filled with long, sharp fangs suddenly snapped it up.
The rabbit's legs exposed outside the teeth struggled for a while, but with the grinding movement of the jaws, its body began to ooze fresh blood and helplessly stopped moving.
The owner of the jaws licked its lips with satisfaction, intending to sink beneath the mud.
"Pop," a sound not loud, as if a stone had hit its skin. The magic beast, covered in warts with skin green like ink, looking like a cross between a lizard and a frog, roared angrily. It looked around vigilantly, trying to find any suspicious movement.
