The gurgling sound of flowing water echoed crisply. This sound made the forest bathed in twilight appear exceptionally serene.
Whether it was the weary birds returning to the forest or the nocturnal beasts out foraging, they all stayed far away from this place.
The cold winter wind blew through the treetops, causing the forest to undulate like waves, swaying and making a rustling sound, the shadows cast by the swaying treetops on the ground seemed somewhat menacing.
The sky was rapidly darkening.
The tattered Magic Beast stepped into the valley. Its external armor was already mostly gone, its Mecha shell was marked with countless deep and shallow scars. An external auxiliary drive rod was broken, swinging back and forth with the Mecha's steps. Several critical areas around the chest and abdomen had gashes that sparked with electricity.
