Ginu

Beasts of all sorts crawled from the depth of the Great Forest. The moonlight sheen could not penetrate the thick branches that piled and sheltered the Great Forest from the rest of the world. Only darkness remained and the hoots of the owls that were as big as a horse resonated inside the eerily silent forest – along with the deep growls of the ferals that surrounded her and Hestia.

Their predatory eyes gleamed like the stars as they looked at them. For Tori, who lived as a thrill-seeker in her past life, this experience was both exhilarating and scary. Exhilarating because of the very thought that the Elysian Crown could control them in one blink and the ferals there were at least a thousand in number. And scary because Tori's greed was kicking in – she wanted the Elysian Crown, and she wanted it bad.