A new morning arrived, and the sun of the Little Pyrenees painted the sky with golden hues, while the jungle remained shrouded in milky white fog, indistinctly.
The ragged Magic Beast ran, its enormous mechanical limbs trampling over a shallow creek, splashing water everywhere with a clattering sound. At the end of the creek stood a waterfall, over ten meters high, and above it lay another waterfall. Sparse water curtains hung lightly, producing a rushing sound as they descended, and the surrounding valley rocks were covered with dark green moss.
The Magic Beast jumped lightly, leaping onto the first waterfall, and without hesitation, it clung to the rocks at the top of the second waterfall. Instead of climbing up, it turned around and leaped across a shallow pond, and with its rear-end sliding and scrambling, it burrowed into the jungle on the left. The Mecha's color shifted into indistinguishable jungle camouflage.
