As the peculiar old man passed cage after cage, the ferocious and malevolent creatures inside fell deathly silent the moment they saw him. They trembled uncontrollably, as if they had laid eyes on something truly terrifying.
They were like livestock before a butcher, terrified of being slaughtered.
The old man ventured deeper into the prison, eventually reaching the section for Rank Two Spirit Monsters.
He stopped in front of an iron cell, one specially forged for powerful Spirit Monsters, and his murky eyes gazed inside.
Imprisoned within the iron cell was a majestic and incomparably ferocious tiger.
The tiger was massive and powerful, its eyes blazing with a green light. When it opened its gaping maw, it revealed fangs sharper than any Treasure Sword, capable of shredding a man to pieces with ease.
