A few weeks later. In the great mountain range.
In the middle of rocky terrain, the ground shook every time two powers collided.
Explosion.
Arian recoiled.
He was agitated, yet his gaze was fixed on his target.
An Iron Bear, a magical beast in the sixth rank, with great strength and defense.
The Iron Bear had tougher fur, long black metallic claws, and an aggressive face. It was an extremely territorial magical beast.
"This is the test I need to keep growing," thought Arian as he held his sword tightly and watched the Iron Bear's every move.
The Iron Bear's greatest power was the "roar of fury," a magical sound capable of intimidating its enemies and even weakening them slightly, but in a fight in the wild, even a little something was enough to win or die.
If it weren't for the "roar of fury," many would classify the Iron Bear as an overdeveloped wild animal.
