Chapter 168: Prep For War; My Beast (P2)

My Beast cannot speak.

It moans and groans, growls and even howls. But it doesn't speak.

Well, not that I expected it to. My beast is not a creature of intelligence, but it far greatly surpasses its predecessors in that aspect. 

Intelligence.

I test it out a few more times, asking it to jump, stand on one leg, carry me and even retrieve the dagger after I threw it.

It passed all tests with flying colours.

The best part being that I don't even have to maintain its state, another one up on its Ghoul and Zombie predecessors.

Anselm marvels at my beast just as I do.

"This is…" he starts, a loss for words.

"My beast." 

"Is that what you're calling it?"

I shrug.

"Still," he floats, circling my beast, "A lot of the…meat? Is gone." He observes.

"Are you sure it'll be as strong as a normal Werebear?"