State of Larnia, The Domain of Nithroel

The massacre was swift, brutal, and thorough. Within minutes, all that remained of Agra's followers were pieces. Piles of ash, charred skeletons, limbs scattered across the blood-soaked ground.

The beasts, their fury spent, their bloodlust sated, turned towards Gaya, their eyes now filled with a… reverent awe. They bowed their heads, a silent acknowledgment of her power, their goddess.

Michael, who'd been watching the carnage from above, activated his X-ray vision, his gaze sweeping over the assembled creatures. He could see it now, the energy radiating from Gaya, a faint, golden aura that pulsed and shimmered, connecting her to the beasts, influencing their actions, their very… being.

It wasn't something he'd sensed before, not with this intensity. It was a byproduct of her godhood, of her connection to the monsters of the realm. It made them stronger, more obedient, more feral.