The sunlight poured down like a golden waterfall, yet it was sliced into countless tiny, lively spots by the layered, lush canopy, scattering sporadically onto the ground covered with decaying leaves and moss.
Meanwhile.
A gigantic paw, covered in thick fur yet concealing sharp claws, lightly stepped onto one of the bright spots.
When the soft, broad pad touched the ground, it made no sound, like a ghost passing by.
And this is just the beginning.
In the dense forest located at the border of the Molten Iron Tribe, a group of agile and dangerous predators was silently advancing.
The pride of lions moved past, their strong muscles smoothly gliding beneath their fur, suppressing the primal roars and heavy pants, advancing slowly in perfect silence.
Leading them was a giant lion with remarkably robust limbs, its muscles bulging like granite.
