Under the shadow of the great Seven Rings Tree of Life, a small black dot slid to the end of a branch and dropped onto the ground.
Countless shadows flew by above the small black dot. The Tree of Life was humongous and towered over everything, it seemed to be the sky's supporting pillar. Numerous high-level Demon-Hunter fortresses were built between its branches. Once in a while, Soul Slaves from another world could be seen busily running chores from one to another fortress.
Grimm landed on one of the Tree of Life's root lightly. The root was huge like a hill, densely packed with assortments of residential houses that formed a path. The path was filled with sorcerers going about with their busy schedules.
Before Grimm's body touched the ground, it reacted to a certain smell in the air, triggering certain desires and hormones which caused some sort of liquid to overflow in his mouth.
It was the human craving for delicious food.