Beneath a scarlet sky, countless magical beasts run for their lives. There's the Northern Ridge Lion-Monkey King, a Lord-class beast; the Poison Mist Nine-Headed Serpent, an Overlord-class beast; and the disaster-class Earth Dragon, as huge as a mountain. These beasts that rule their own territories don't have a moment to spare for their pride as overlords. They flee for their lives as if some monster were chasing them.
But there's nothing behind them. Or, to be precise, there is one person. His black trench coat stirs despite the still air, his eyes flash like lightning, and one hand is raised with fingers slightly curled.
“Ant swarm, activate.”
Several enormous holes suddenly rip open in the empty sky. Black-and-red torrents pour from them toward the ground. No, they aren't waterfalls, but swarms of ants surging out of a beast-taming space. Countless ferocious ants open their exaggerated black, curved scimitar-like mandibles and surge forward like a tide, wave after wave. Any mighty beast caught in the ant swarm is reduced to bones in an instant. Giant ants also fly through the air like a fleet of bombers, blotting out the sky and resembling the end of the world...
