Another morning, Little Pyrenees' sun dyed the sky with golden dawn, while the jungle remained shrouded in milky white mist, faintly visible.
The tattered Magic Beast ran, its enormous mechanical feet splashing through a shallow creek, making clattering sounds with water splashing everywhere. At the end of the creek was a ten-meter high waterfall, above which hung another waterfall. Sparse water curtains draped over it, producing splashing sounds. The surrounding valley rocks were crawling with dark green moss.
The Magic Beast leapt gently, hopped up the first waterfall, then, without hesitation, climbed to the top of the second waterfall's rock, but didn't go over it. It instead turned around and jumped across a shallow pond, tumbling and scrambling into the left side of the jungle. The mecha's colors changed into the indistinguishable jungle camouflage.
