C2174 Not Even Bones Were Left
The Astral Tiger of the Everlands was a sight to behold, its surprise mingled with delight.
Despite being covered in scars, its fighting spirit was undiminished. In its tiger eyes, streaks of silver lightning flickered like sharp blades ready to pierce the heavens, seemingly poised to strike at any moment.
When the Astral Tiger paused, the cosmic energy of the Wasteland, rich with vital energy
