Logan examined the creatures with keen interest. The large, round beetles shimmered in bright bronze hues, their massive forms spanning three meters in length and two meters in width. Their four translucent wings buzzed rhythmically, carrying them with ease through the air.
"Impressive mounts," Logan remarked, his gaze lingering on the majestic insects. The thought of acquiring one for himself had already begun to form.
Before he could ask, Isabel showed him with a knowing smile. "No need to inquire, hero. We've prepared one for you. Any more, however, would have to be provided in the form of an egg. We don't breed them in large numbers; too many tend to harm the tree," she explained, pointing toward a beetle slightly smaller than the others—nearly half their size.
