The skies above the Central Continent slowly turned quiet.
Days ago, roars of beasts echoed across the forests. Smoke had risen in the distance. Scout reports came in by the hour. But now, things had changed.
The forests were still.
Not because the humans had cleared them—but because the enemy was leaving.
In the northeast, a group of beast warriors stood near a cracked teleportation gate. Their expressions were tight, but no one spoke.
One by one, they stepped through, vanishing in bursts of spirit light. The gate hummed softly, its energy pulsing low, then another group arrived to do the same.
Further west, above an old cave stronghold, dozens of shadowy figures moved through trees and brush.
Beast captains ordered squads to break camp. No fires were lit. No tracks left behind. They moved fast, quiet, focused.
At one base, a young beast soldier turned to his superior.
"Commander… why are we leaving? Didn't we say we'd hold this ground?"
