The Tiger kicked on the black ground again.

He then started to descend.

The Gorge of Death.

The Tiger fell into the darkness of the gorge with a Bear in hand.

�Y, you crazy!�

The Bear felt chills from the wind brushing by his face. He then started to feel fear from the laughter of the Tiger behind him.

The Tiger put some strength into the hands that were holding the large wings.

Screech, crack!

He ripped the wings apart. They were broken. The Tiger continued to break the wings as they fell.

The Bear could see the pieces of the wings falling down underneath him.

Pieces of bones and metal. They all started to fall, one by one.

And finally.

�I should save the magic stone though.�

The magic stone did not fall.

Instead, the Bear felt a hand starting to choke him.

�Goodbye.�

��Ugh!�

The Bear could not breathe. The Bear had not been able to do anything because of the large wings that had hindered him from moving properly. His neck was grasped by the Tiger�s hand.

�Ugh, ugh!�

The Bear�s neck tilted to the side with a groan. He had lost consciousness. The Tiger let go of the Bear�s neck.

The Bear continued to fall to the ground.

However, the Tiger took a step forward.

Tap.

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