128 Magical Beasts

Ruins of buildings crumbling beneath the blazing sunset.

Crushed cars lay scattered across the road like toys for the magical beast.

The enormous, boar-faced magical beast Cheol-Aidon glared this way and let out a roar.

■■■■-!

A harsh warning not to approach because this was its territory.

Its thick, upward-curving tusks made it clear who had punched the holes through the cars.

A grotesque cry and long blasts of breath from its snout.

A fierce killing intent that said it would kill us if we crossed the line even a little.

Yet the two women receiving all that merely chatted calmly as they walked on.

“When it’s this blatant, perhaps it would be more accurate to call it considerate?”...