The pitch-black night that day was still and silent. Except for tiny flashes of light in the form of hundreds of pairs of eyeballs that flashed across the darkness of the forest.
The sound of a gentle wind accompanied the swift movement of the four-legged beasts among the trees, and in the midst of the pack of wolves numbering nearly six hundred individuals, a gigantic grey wolf with black streaks on its back galloped.
On the wolf's back, a young woman with straight pink hair sat riding it. They finally arrived at a cliff, where in front of them was a very deep abyss. Not far from them was a large waterfall rushing.
"Ah! We have arrived!" the pink-haired woman on the giant wolf's back exclaimed cheerfully. They could see a large castle with a vast fortress to the west of the cliff.
Wes
