The Journey Through the Jungle

In the lush virgin forest in the Kingdom of Taros' southern part, a messy but lively temporary camp was preparing dinner for the day. A pack of black wolves, each as large as a bullock, was tearing a long, jungle monitor lizard of a few dozen meters apart and peeling off its thick skin. The gnolls, using the precious magic camphor wood, had made a giant bonfire. Light and heat dispelled all the surrounding beasts as well as monsters, and even held back the power of Chaos, which tried to get close. The demonic apes and monster bears that used to be enemies, were working as a team, collecting fruits and protecting the camp. If an elf scholar from the Green Tower had seen the scene in the forest, its eyes would have been out on stalks. Every type of beast there was theoretically impossible to get along with. There would only be one outcome by putting them together and making them coexistence: a melee. They would beat each other's brains out.