The sun's harsh rays reduced in might as it went around the dome of heaven, finally nearing the time of sunset. Slaughter-bathed and death-filled, the forest of the world felt as if it had broken a sense of monochrome that had kept nature balanced till now.
Standing at the top of a tree, his gaze akin to an eagle, Han Li looked around, pondering. Humans were like this, the most chaotic of all races as if a mistake by the heavens. Everything else, Beasts, Gu Worms, trees with a beast core inside, all of them were trapped in a sort of life cycle where their standing was always a constant.
If it was a lion, it was put at the top at birth; if it was a squirrel, it was put at the bottom. But humans had the inherent nature by which putting them in any category would be just wrong; they were neither predators at all times nor were they prey; they were just a unique cog in the whole system of things.