Chapter 31: Do you even know what that meant?
A few hours later...
"Holy crap? A Behemoth? No worries, no worries, those things can't fly..."
More than half a day later...
"Holy shit! An 11-Tier Venom Wyvern? A 12-Tier Venom Wyvern Monarch? And so many of them?! Run, run, run—!"
One day later...
"What the hell is that? Hiss... A 13-Tier Phoenix? Phew, we're good, it's not chasing us. Cicero, fly faster!"
A day and a half later...
"Hiss... Nearly a hundred 9-Tier Genies and 10-Tier Master Genies here? They shouldn't be able to catch up, right? Phew, looks like they're not interested in us!"
Almost two days later, in a massive basin on the outskirts of Sylvanwood, a Green Dragon silently descended.
No one noticed its arrival.
"Damn, that was intense! I had no idea Sylvanwood was this huge. Behemoths, Phoenixes, Venom Wyverns, Venom Wyvern Monarchs—this place is a death trap! It's like playing with my life!"