"Hmph chhh..."
The dense, pitch-black mane swayed slightly as a white-hoofed wild bull, most common in the plains region, snorted loudly.
Hot breath surged from its nostrils as it chewed grass that it had swallowed not long ago, now flowing back from its stomach, half-digested.
A pair of wild, animalistic round eyes, unique to wildlife, stared aimlessly at the plains ahead.
As a fully grown bull, over three meters in length and weighing more than a ton, in this plains region, few predators dared to target it as prey, except for rare and powerful demons.
With two sharp horns on its head, the ability to easily crush skulls with its solid hooves, and muscles as hard as rock under its thick fur... Even the tigers in the nearby forest or the fierce brown bears generally wouldn't risk hunting such an animal unless under extreme circumstances.
