The aurora danced, painting captivating patterns on the stalactites above. In the Verdant Throne, the inhabitants coexisted as both hunters and hunted. Only a few of the initial creations remained, including Bellator, the first warrior and the King of Verdant Throne. He was currently feasting, tearing into flesh and crunching bone, demonstrating his dominance as the apex predator of this domain. Few dared to challenge him, and among those brave few, none had survived. This was the unyielding law of Verdant Throne: fight, survive, thrive. These were the words I had instilled in my creations. Only when external threats invaded would a fragile peace emerge among them. Bellator's thunderous roar echoed throughout the cavernous floor, causing those close to him to either cower or flee. In response to the challenge, another contender emerged - a blood shield lion. With unyielding determination, the lion charged through the forest, heading straight for Bellator. Just as the lion was about to collide with my protector, Bellator vanished, reappearing behind the charging lion. With lightning-fast reflexes, he leaped forward, striking a crippling blow to the lion's spine. Seizing the opportunity, Bellator swiftly attacked the challenger's vulnerable neck. As the blood lion's life force faded away, Bellator let out a triumphant roar, asserting his unchallenged reign over the Verdant Throne.

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