The outsiders stared in astonishment at the small white tiger in the sky.
Amid the countless Outland Beasts filling the air, its unremarkable size made it almost impossible to notice. It also gave off no energy fluctuations whatsoever. Anyone who saw it alone would have mistaken it for an ordinary Beast.
But the other Outland Beasts' reaction—and the white tiger's quiet air of absolute supremacy—made it clear that it was anything but ordinary.
The fighting stopped. Every outsider turned toward the white tiger, their faces wary.
It calmly surveyed the battlefield. Its gaze gradually cooled when it saw the Outland Beasts lying in pools of blood, their skulls smashed and their crystal cores removed.
"Do you know why there are no other races left in Sanctara?"
"They were too greedy, so I wiped them out."
"You're no different."
The white tiger raised a paw and casually swatted at the empty air below.
Invisible energy appeared out of nowhere.
