Beneath a towering mountain range, beside a dense forest, about a dozen warriors were gathered around a campfire roasting meat.
Not far from the fire, a freshly skinned Demon Beast Skin was drying on the shaft of a wagon.
And next to the skin, there was a hooked Scorpion Tail, and two large bat wings placed on either side.
These were undoubtedly the fur, wings, and tail of the Lion Scorpion Beast.
Needless to say, the chunks of meat that were currently being grilled over the fire were from the unfortunate Lion Scorpion Beast.
A beautiful girl with flaxen hair, dressed in a pleated skirt that only noble ladies would wear, was sitting on a nearby rock with a sullen expression.
Beside her, a handsome young nobleman was earnestly and quietly trying to console her.
Not far from them, a very young-looking Mage was flipping through a book in his hands.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something.
He abruptly looked up, his gaze fixed on the Demon Core at the corner of the wagon.
