A purple shadow flew around the trees.
Rising to the canopy of one, it stopped, looking into the distance.
There was a stone wall far up front.
On the wall several people stood, quietly looking at the area below.
Beyond the wall was a town –
With many buildings and people the size of ants walking around, it seemed prosperous.
But the purple shadow was able to see more.
Every single one of these ant-like people had vigorous vitality and a murderous intent nearly unparalleled to anything it had seen before.
Just as the purple shadow was looking at the situation, inside one of the four towers of the stone wall, someone was also looking at the shadow.
"Spy?" the tall man guessed when he looked at the shadow.
Then he shook his head, "No, spies aren't so weak. Only at the third Skin Refining stage, hmmm…"
He couldn't discern it.
But when he looked at the purple shadow, he saw its true figure. It was a shining purple butterfly, extremely beautiful yet carrying a deadly aura.
