A man had to have a plan, or he was just a fool.
Damian...
Well, he had the backbone of a plan, and he had to see if any of it would work out.
Even though right now, some very angry Beasts were looking at him as if they wanted to carve him up for lunch.
But in times like these, one had to remain calm.
The humanoid young woman called Tiaret was looking at him with golden eyes that held neither anger nor acceptance.
Masamuk had its obsidian body radiating an unfathomably chilly light. The stellar blue points within that darkness had stopped their gentle pulsing entirely, becoming fixed and cold like stars that had died but not yet faded. Its crimson eyes burned with fury!
And the two massive Noble Simbas...
The muscles all over their bodies were taut as if they were about to pounce.
