The piercing whistling of the mournful snorting echoed through the silent forest.
Nirwinke extended its lava-colored massive tongue, slowly licking the golden blood from between its sharp claws. Its eyes were full of mockery and pity, tinged with a hint of teasing and taunting, leisurely gazing down at the snow-white unicorn convulsing violently on the ground. This poor creature had already lost two horse legs from its front half, with jagged wounds exposing sharp bones.
Three giant demons from the Netherworld scrambled on the ground, desperately sucking the spurting golden blood.
Even the first defensive super-level magical beast of Aegean, seemed small and fragile before Nirwinke, whose head was about eight meters high.
Sacred things always induce pleasure when desecrated, and the Underworld Clan harbored a desire to savor the unicorn, a holy magical beast of Aegean.
