The ten thousand years[2]
Kayden sat on the mountain peak and began to expand his sixth sense. He had chosen this place for two reasons. First, the amount of mana here was far superior to all other areas in this space, and second, there was a strange spatial law at work. The space here was more robust and seemed to be folded into several layers. Kayden had no idea why this was, but it was incredibly useful in pushing his sixth sense to its maximum strength.
It only took a few hours for another race to appear near Kayden—black wolves of medium stature with red eyes, natural predators. They could all sense Kayden, who wasn't hiding his aura, appearing like a sun over the mountain.
"Oh great two-legged wolf, I humbly request your permission to partake in this feast," Kayden heard one of the wolves speak, a large white streak running down its back. All the wolves were looking at him hopefully.