Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. He landed quickly on the ground and summoned Ether.

Ether appeared excited when he was summoned and began racing around Fionn, wanting to let out a howl, seeing his actions Fionn became alarmed, grasped his mouth, and said "Buddy, we are not in our world, so we must be as stealthy as possible."

GROWL!

Ether growled quietly while nodding with a human-like expression when he heard Fionn's words.

Fionn let go of his mouth and explained after he received his confirmation, "Buddy, I need you to do something; there's a Cyclope settlement a mile away. What you must do is go there and cause chaos, in order to force as many of them out of the village as possible, but keep in mind that your safety must be your top priority."

Ether growled, indicating his comprehension.

"Go then," Fionn said, patting Ether on the back.

After Ether left, Fionn summoned his Skysurf board once more and shot up towards the sky to observe the situation and prepare for the next objective.

A few miles away from Fionn's position is a settlement of tens of thousands of Cyclopes. The Cyclopes were around 4 metres tall, naked, and covered in bizarre densely packed black coloured tattoos that pulsated like veins and looked extremely ominous. As they meandered aimlessly through the settlement, their expressions lacked vitality.

Suddenly, a reddish black shadow burst out of the forest with a snarl, the Cyclopes, who had been meandering aimlessly up until that moment, startled and turned, glaring at the beast that had just come with their single dark green eye.

SWOOOSH!

Not waiting for the opposing party to make the first move, the beast became a blur of crimson and black and began rampaging among the Cyclopes. He caused bone-deep gashes in the bodies of every Cyclope that came in his path, leaving them half-dead, and roars of pain began to resound from wherever he walked, leaving pools of blood behind. When the Cyclopes saw their comrades being ruthlessly killed, they attempted to stop the beast. However, they just couldn't keep up with the beast, their speed was not slow, but in comparison to the lightning fast beast, it was insufficient, and they just joined their mutilated friends on the ground, contributing to the blood pool's expansion.

ROOOOAAAARRR!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from one of the huts in the centre of the settlement. Soon later, a Cyclopes of roughly 5 metres stormed out of the hut, completely destroying it in his path. In contrast to other Cyclopes, this one is more muscular and wields a Club. Without wasting any time, the muscular Cyclopes dashed towards the beast, his desire to kill as clear as day.

Other Cyclopes, as if receiving a command, stopped running after the beast and began encircling it, barring all escape routes.

Despite the tightening encirclement and the Muscular Cyclopes on his tail, the beast continues to butcher the Cyplopes left and right, without a fearful expression on his face.

Despite the beast's killing, the number of Cyclopes slain in the settlement as a whole is still very small. Slowly but steadily, the encirclement tightened and the room for manoeuvring shrank, making dodging the hits fired by the muscular Cyclopes more difficult.

Several minutes later.

The muscular Cyclopes flexed his muscles and glared at the beast, which was now encircled by the Cyclopes' encirclement of less than 100m radius. The muscular Cyclopes, recognising the situation was under control, let out a shout, commanding the encirclement to continue shrinking and charging at the beast, ready to deliver the killing blow.

The beast glared back, his fangs bared, his savagery swelling to a climax as he sank his claws deep into the ground and let out a deafening howl.

Ahh-wooooooo!

With the beast's howl, all the blood that had been filling the ditches in the ground erupted into the sky like a volcano, forming a blood fog that engulfed his surroundings, dropping visibility to zero.

The sudden change of events threw the formation of Cyclopes into disarray, as many Cyclopes were thrown away in the eruption of the blood pools, and now that visibility has been reduced to zero, the Cyclopes' condition is similar to that of puppets whose string has been broken.

The muscular Cyclopes, the only one who appears to have some intelligence, appears alarmed by the unfolding situation as he peers left and right, his club set to attack. Suddenly, the hair on his body stood on end, and he cautiously turned around, only to face a pair of blood-red eyes staring right back at him.