In the sky, two griffin riders circled.
Their anchor-like claws curled at their abdomen, exuding a sinister chill, the blood-colored riding spears like blood-stained dragon teeth!
In contrast, from the nearby forest, a group of about five hundred monsters was crowding out of the shadows.
Among them were emaciated skeleton soldiers, foul-smelling corpse ghosts, wriggling slimes, and snarling magic wolves...
Some were newbies who had just entered the game, while others were monsters summoned from the core of the maze—those that would turn into Demon Crystals when killed.
In the center of that monster crowd, a boy with a nervous expression and a handsome face was tightly gripping a short sword, his silver hair wildly fluttering in the wind.
It seemed this guy wasn't new to the battlefield, but clearly, it was his first time standing in the commander's position.
"Hey! You guys... go to the front! Don't all crowd next to me!"
"Hehe... hehe... smells so good..."
