Brian stood with his back to the bright moon, his wings unmoving, suspended midair by the airflow, looking down at the battlefield below.
If he remembered correctly, below was the Sentinel Base close to the border of the United States and Canada.
Really, it was just some broken houses.
Of course, there were no barriers between the two countries. They had simply cut a car-accessible clearing through the forest and used this as the borderline. Residents from both sides could go shopping next door at any time, and no one would interfere.
Brian's box with the Twilight Plate inside was buried not far away.
Huh?
Thinking of this, Brian suppressed his hunger and cast an unfriendly glance downward.
Big wolf dog...
Monster...
Damn!
Could someone have dug up his box?
As his gaze became unfriendly,
the big wolf dog still howling at the sky below shivered, feeling an icy chill run down its spine.
