"Mythical Beast No. 1": "Boss, what do we do? Do we keep chasing?!"
Gloomy Fox glared at it. "They took Little Babe! Can we not chase them?!"
"Mythical Beast No. 2" exclaimed, "What?! Those despicable thieves are so ruthless?!"
"Mythical Beast No. 3" growled, "Boss, don't worry. I've already memorized their scent. Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, I'll hunt them down!"
Gloomy Fox snarled, "Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way!"
A horde of Primordial Mythical Beasts roared forward in pursuit. Along the way, every living creature hid in fear, not daring to show themselves.
The beasts didn't stop to rest, tearing through the desert and into the rainforest.
Dawn broke.
But soon, the leading Primordial Mythical Beast halted.
It lowered its head in frustration. "Boss, the scent in this forest is too strong. It's masking their trail."
"Crafty!" Gloomy Fox gritted its teeth. "Looks like they really want to skin Little Babe and make clothes out of it!"