Chronicles of the Monster Hunt

Magic's infancy lingered in the air as countless faiths sprouted like wildflowers. Arcane practitioners lurked beyond mortal tread—from the relic-stricken citadel of Anrovis to the Zezhou Isles where resurrection peaks pierced crimson clouds. Witchcraft ruins whispered forgotten curses, incantation-driven assassins stalked prey, leviathan carcasses petrified valleys, azure-faced wraiths haunted moonlit marshes, and mechanical horrors from beyond epochs rattled iron bones. Thus began the most fantastical pilgrimage through realms defying reason. By the artificial lake of Thornbriar Academy, a self-proclaimed top student dangled his hookless fishing rod while scheming examination fraud. The line jerked violently. What emerged from the ripples wasn't scaled nor finned, but a soggy border collie blinking with human-like bewilderment. "Since when did mutts start transmigrating?!"